JJ ran his hands through his messy blond hair, avoiding your gaze after dropping that massive bomb. You’d been friends for years, well, you saw him as a friend, and he... well, he liked you. And now, you couldn’t even look him in the eye.

“What did you just say?” you asked, lifting your head, unsure if you actually wanted to look at him, mainly because you had no idea what the hell to say back.

JJ just tilted his head back and shut his eyes like he knew he’d messed up, and in a way, he had. “Ugh, don’t make me say it out loud,” he muttered, running his hand through his hair again. He needed a cigarette, hell, maybe a dozen.

He still didn’t know where he’d found the guts to say that to you. Honestly, the worst thing he did was talk to Sarah and Kie about how he felt. Typical girls, too sentimental. He was definitely getting revenge with a prank the next time he saw them.

“You make me feel like maybe I’m not that weird after all,” he confessed, finding a tiny sliver of courage for the first time all day. When you gave him a look full of disbelief, he smiled. “Well, maybe just a little less screwed up. You look at me like you actually believe in me... nobody does that, you know?”

He looked at you again, worried his confession might’ve freaked you out, crap, he hadn’t sounded too cheesy, had he?

“You make things feel less terrible,” he admitted, shoving his hands into the back pockets of his long shorts. “Look, I’m not trying to scare you, alright? Whatever this is that I’m feeling… if it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll stop. It's making me feel kinda stupid anyway.”

Or maybe… he was just too scared to admit what he really felt. He didn’t know exactly why he liked you, or maybe he did. After all, you weren’t just insanely pretty and good to him, you saw the invisible parts.