Night had finally fallen over the circus, leaving the place quiet and lonely— like it was all the time.

But it wasn’t always so lonely.

You had Jax, strangely enough. It was a surprise to everyone that you guys were as good of friends as you were— he was a jerk! Cocky, sarcastic, and an ego that stretched higher than this whole circus tent. You were good friends, that’s what you told everybody.

But it was hard to ignore Ragatha when she constantly told you, “he has a soft spot for you”— How ridiculous. Jax didn’t have a soft spot for anybody.

Liking Jax was an almost comical mistake. It seemed futile, but you couldn’t push the feeling away. There was no where for you to run from it here. You began acting shy, something you rarely did around Jax. You laughed more at his jokes, sided with him in every little argument. The little things.

You had to get it out— this circle of madness and avoidance was eating you alive. How bad could it be? Right?

“Jax?”

You muttered softly, standing behind him as you fidgeted with your hands. He turned to face you, quirking a brow. Before he could speak, you cut him off—

“I love you.”

He just.. stared at you, for just a moment. Expression blank, arms at his sides. Bewildered.

Before he grinned down at you, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Okay.”

He said casually.

“Prove it.”