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Walk me home in the dead of night / I can’t be alone with all that’s on my mind

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postwarlevi · 2 years

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Walk Me Home

content: 1261 words of unedited friends to ? with Jean. I hope it makes some sort of sense.

an- This was very sudden and I didn’t mean to write this. Oops. Also I totally associate this song with best friend Jean. Might not quite go but in my head it does!

Hanging out with your best friend on Saturday night like always, waiting for your other friends to head over after their day together, you lay on his bed staring at the ceiling.

“Hey, do you want some…” His voice trails off when he comes back from the kitchen seeing what snacks are available. “You okay?”

It’s obvious you’re a bit distracted. Even if your eyes weren’t a little empty and you didn’t hear him coming, he would know something is up.

“Is there something wrong with me?” You ask, eyes still watching the ceiling fan.

Jean isn’t sure what you’re talking about, but knows the answer. “What? Of course not.” He comes and sits down next to you.

“Then why can’t…I mean, why aren’t I with someone?” Everyone has been pairing off and though you have your friend group, dates for you are far and few between.

Is it you? Is it them? You don’t necessarily seek anyone out or go looking for a relationship. But shouldn’t one find you? A good one? Not the stupid flings you had in high school that usually left you crying on Jeans shoulder.

You’re getting older now. It’s your second year of college and it’s been months since anyone has even looked your way it seems.

Jean clears his throat, interrupting your thoughts.

You finally look over and see he’s trying to move closer. Once you scoot further in he lays down next to you.

It’s not unusual. You’ve shared a bed before, whether just hanging out watching a movie or spending the night, because it was the most comfortable option for both of you.

“You don’t need anyone, you know.” He tells you, looking into your eyes.

There is nothing wrong with you. You are so much better than any of the idiots who you thought were worth your time. It breaks Jeans heart you don’t know this.

“You have to say that. You’re my best friend.” Even so, you’re grateful. You reach over and move his hair back.

But no, there’s another thing you don’t know. It’s more than being friends. And that you need to learn to love yourself first. You have to realize you’re worth so much more then the tears they made you cry.

“Even so, it’s true.” He takes your hand and squeezes. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

He feels there’s something wrong with him though. Pining after you and not being able to say it. Telling you that you don’t need anyone when he wants it to be him.

You lean in and rest your head and hand on his chest. Maybe he’s right, and in a way, so are you. You keep waiting to find someone that makes you feel as safe and happy as you are right now.

“I guess you’re right, cause that would mean something is wrong with you.” You say in a jestful manner, tilting your head up to look at him.

“And we know that can’t be true.” His false confidence comes into play quickly. He pinches your nose lightly making you laugh and shake him off.

It’s true Jean hasn’t dated much either. But that’s because at some point, he realized it’s because he already found his person.

“I just, don’t feel wanted.” You know you are, by your friends. But platonic love doesn’t seem like enough. There’s supposed to be more. Why haven’t you found it?

“You are, I promise.” He puts his arms around you as you settle in again. This feels so natural. Why can’t you help him and just see it? Can’t you feel it? You know he terrible in romantic situations. But you don’t know it’s because he can’t stop thinking about you.

Screwing it up with any of them is one thing. But he couldn’t stand himself if he lost you. So he’ll settle for these type of moments. It will sustain him for now. And he hopes that if he never tells you the truth and you never figure it out, that he can somehow move past not having them anymore.

“Hey jerks!” You both jump when your friends Connie and Sasha come in, barging in on your moment. They’ve seen you have many and don’t think much of it. Except wondering when you two are finally going to figure it out. You jokingly make fun of their IQ all the time but there’s something they both know that you both seem to keep missing.

The four of you get set up playing video games and watching movies and blowing up the air mattress so none of you sleep on the floor. You go through snacks and laugh at the movies and each other for hours before calling it a night.

Connie and Jean let you and Sasha have the bed, and you sleep on Jeans side, with the air mattress next to you. At this point you feel his bed is more comfortable than your own, and you know the indents by heart from where he always sleeps on his back.

Being a side sleeper yourself, you give a yawn and look at the clock, thinking no doubt you’re the only one not sleeping.

Checking in you look down and see Jean in his usual sleeping position, head slanted slightly in your direction. You smile to yourself and hold back reaching out to him.

What would you do without all of them, without him? You don’t want to find out. If it was just you together like this forever, you could be happy.

Sleep still won’t come, and the more you think, the more you wonder if you could make Jean happy, not just like this, but how you’ve been wanting for yourself. There’s a reason you feel good with him, right? He knows everything about you, and still wants you. He makes you feel safe, and he-

“Hey, you okay?” Jeans voice is there again. You blink out of your head and realize he’s awake too now, sitting up and reaching out to you like you had thought of before.

His thumb caresses your cheek as he waits. He caught you staring and is concerned.

“Yes, thank you. I just…” What do you say? “Wish you were up here.” Wish he was closer than arms length.

“You wanna come down here? Want me to kick Connie off?” He whispers. He would do it too.

You silently giggle. “No, don’t.” You lean closer to the edge and dangle your hand over the side of the bed.

Jean lays back down, and finds your hand that hovers just above the mattress. It’s a little awkward position, but you both wouldn’t have it any other way, unless you were next to each other.

“You make me happy.” You tell him quietly. You don’t need anyone else. You know why it doesn’t work out with anyone else. You don’t want it to.

“You make me happy, too. More than anyone.” Do you hear it in his voice? That it isn’t just friendship, that he always wants to make you happy?

You think maybe you do, but also think maybe it’s just in your head. There’s no way you’ve both been missing it this whole time, right?

All you know, is that after a few more hand squeezes and shared soft looks, finally you are able to get some sleep.

Thankfully you and Jean have moved much closer to making Connie and Sasha stop trying to hint to you both.

After all, who to make you happier or love you more than your best friend?

an- Originally supposed to end with it being more uncertain of readers feelings but I couldn’t stop myself!