Metanoia

Let's just talk pt.1

Jess tapped he keyboard rapidly and in focus, making swift turns and shots at every enemy he encountered.

"Shit" he muttered under his breath and he got killed by another "pro gamer".

He let out a sigh of fustration, pausing the game and taking off his headset. Jess exited his room, heading downstairs to his kitchen.

"JESUS NO TE OLVIDES DE LIMPRIAR LA LOSA!" his mom reminded him, he replied with a growl of annoyance as he realized the pile of dirty plates and cups in the sink.
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*-"Jesus don't forget to do the dishes"

"Si, mama" he rolled his eyes, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a can of Sprite.

As he drank it, Jess's phone started to buzz in his pocket. Taking it out the notification 'George the shortie' popped up. A small smile crept it's way up Jess's lips. Jess sat down on the couch, opened his phone and checked the text message.

George the shortie'

G: Hey wanna play smth?

Nah I just finished playing like 10 :J rounds. 

G: Oh that's alright, can we hang out?

I have to do the dishes 🙄 but you can :J come over.

G: ai.

G: be over in 10.
Read.

George's P.O.V.

Its been a while since I've gone over to Jesus's house. I'm kind of happy I got invited over. Grabbing my stuff and text my mom where I'm heading and exited the house to my best friend's.

It wasn't after a few minutes I could see his house from down the long sidewalks. The trees hovered above me creating a mesmorizing scenery before me. My lungs filled with fresh air. I lay my eyes on Jesus's home, walking up the stairs to his door and pressing three knocks on the dark wood door.

The door swings open and a smile spreads across my face as a long haired  Mexican appeared from behind the door.

"Hi Jess!" I said with a giddy laugh.

He rolled his eyes at me, "how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?"

"A lot of times" I replied.

He groans with slight annoyance and led me up to his room. It was quiet messy. Pants and shirts scattered around the floor, chip bags and other snack litter placed upon furniture. But Jesus clearly didn't care at all. The only thing "tidy" was his loosely made bed, which I took upon myself to lay on.

"So what do you wanna do?" He asked quietly, picking up some of his mess. Apparently he did care. I smile softly, thinking about how he acknowledged my presence.

"Let's talk."

"Talk?" He whipped his head in my direction. "You aren't the type to JUST TALK, is everything alright bro?".

I winced silently at the word "bro", but shrugged it off. " Yeah everything is fine, but we are always busy with school and just constantly playing games. We don't get to talk." I look up at him.

He lifted a brow. "Hmmm. Alright." He said finishing up his cleaning and plopping down on the bed next to me. "But don't come up with some weird shit cuz I know you".

"Alright" I put my hand up infront of of me, not knowing what to say. "So um, you did your homework?"

"Seriously? I told you not to come up with some random shit" he says pressing his head on the back of the bed. "You never listen to me do you?".

"Yeah so what?" I grin and look at him.

"Ew don't smile like that" Jess grimaces and throws a pillow at my face.

"Oof okay." I say sitting up, my phone pings. I pick it up and open up my messages. 'Wexican sent you a message.'

Wexican

W: sup burgandy man

Hey :G

W: what are u up to?

Hanging with Jess :G

W: oh? 👀 Are you ever gonna tell him?

NO:G

W: Sureee

W: USE PROTECTION KIDS

Im gonna block u :G

W: ur racists

W: it's cuz I'm a wexican isn't it

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Jess's P.O.V.

I look over at George. "Who texted you?" I asked.

"Laura" he said with a bored sigh.

"Oh.. I wanted to a-"

"Jesus tienes a un amigo en la casa?" My younger sister walked in. 'crap I forgot to lock my door' I thought. "Oh it's just your boyfriend" she giggled.

"What- NO, get OuT" I tint of red dusted my cheeks as I got up and pushed her out of my room.

"Bye jesus's booyyfr-" were the last words she said before i managed to shut the door again, making sure to lock it this time. I turn around getting ready for the embarrament, looking at George who seems to be amused.

"Boyfriend?" He gave off that cute smile of his again. Wait- cute? What am I thinking?!

"It's just my sister talking nonsense don't mind her and her stupidity"

George chuckled "alright." There was a long pause before he decided to speak again. "I have a crush on this girl" he said biting his lip.

"Who?" I asked curiously, the new fact pinching me in the chest. Was I jealous? No way! I laughed internally.

"Just some chick" he looked at me with intent eyes. He was lying to me, George is a really bad liar.

"Tell me who it is" I gave him a glare. I could see him panic and I prepared to shank him. "You better tell him or I'll do it."

He protected his sides and muttered curses under his breath.

"don't make me count to three"  warned him. I could see him adverting his eyes nervously. "One.." I started to count down. "Two.." I gave a pause hoping he would talk, but there was no response. Oh well.. "THR-"

"oKay Okay! It's not a girl!"

I frowned in confusion. "What?"

George stuttered slightly, "It's a boy."

There was a long pause of silence.

--fin