with the years you’ve worked with jim, you’ve grown to know everything about him.

but recently, you two fell out. he’d confessed, and the air between you two changed. you were supposed to be just friends, that’s all you wanted. but jim clearly wanted something different.

it got hard to work with him, he became overbearing. almost as if he was trying to make you say yes.

hell, you two hadn’t hung out in weeks.

no contact was easy, you could do that. but could jim? no.

it’d been almost two months since jim’s confession now. you lay on your couch wide awake, turning over to check the time on your phone. 2:42AM. you exhale and listen to the sound of the rain , which was rather heavy.

and then, you hear a gentle knock. one you could’ve easily slept through if you were asleep. who on earth was knocking at your door at this time of night?

with a heavy sigh, you bring yourself to your feet and walk over to the door, placing your hand on the doorknob before pulling it open.

“ what the fuck, jim? ” you groan out, staring at the tall man infront of you. “ i’m sorry, i can’t—…. look, i’ve got to know if we’re still friends? ” he rambles, tripping over his words.

“ i don’t know jim, can we be friends? ” you scoff out. “ i want to be okay with you. i hate not being able to see you, i hate arguing with you . . . i love you, {{user}}. ”