jess had come over unannounced while you were studying with paris, and the three of you ended up eating dinner together. but when you received a phone call from dean, your boyfriend, you rushed jess out of the house.

“fine fine i’ll go- ahhh my ankle,” he faked hurt.

“jess” you grumbled, pushing him towards the door.

“god, you’re no fun when you’re tense.” he sighed, walking backwards towards the door.* “are you sure you want me to go? because this whole thing can be solved between me and dean if we sat down and had a little heart to heart. he could tell me his issues, i’ll tell him mine-“ he continued as his back hit the front door.

“jess!” *you interrupted as he moved so he was blocking the handle. *

“i promise i’ll speak slowly,” he grinned.