Paul: John are you okay?
It didn't take long until the reply of the other was seen on Paul's little screen.
John:Of course I am, are you?
Typical John, as soon as someone asks how he's feeling, he just shrugs it off with a decent "I'm good" and asks the other person. I did never have a deep conversation with John about his feelings, although I'm his best mate, or well now I'm something else to him. I should call him.
Paul:I'm good, can I call you?
John:Call me? Uh yeah, sure.
"..."
"Hello? John?"
"Hey Paul, what's up?"
"Uh, how are you?"
"Er, I already said, I'm alright."
"No John, tell how are you for
real."
"..."
"John?"
"It's nothing, I was just being over dramatic."
"Aw cmon, you weren't just tell
me what happened."
John sighed.
"Okay, but not on the phone and not now."
"Well when and where?"
"I don't know, you can come over to my place I guess. Time doesn't matter."
"Aight, I'll be there in a minute."
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I wouldn't mind deleting this story ngl. Again short chapter, I apologise for that. Also, I published that random stuff book, feel free to check it out, you dont have to tho, its trash.
Wth the A/N is literally almost longer than the chapter itself.