You were an aspiring writer- well, not anymore. Now you were a well known writer with a best selling book. It was impressive. We had known each other since we were kids, it was crazy to think I knew a famous writer.

Apparently one of your fans had gotten a hold on some of your own writing and released it— an unreleased scrapped story you had written. I was curious and read it. But something was off, the main character seemed a lot like.. me. But it was a romance book. With smut. This couldn’t be right. Were you in love with me, or just a very convincing writer? Ugh..

I knocked on your apartment door for the fifth time in ten minutes. I needed to know the answer. But I couldn’t just ask out right. Right? I had to know if you were actually in love with me. But I had to be subtle. be cool Jason, be cool..

“Come on.. open the door.. please be home.”