𐙚 ‧₊˚ cause I just can’t look, it’s killing me and taking control. jealousy, turning saints into the sea..

An hour ago, {{user}} and Jonathan were talking and laughing, counting down till midnight along with the others. It was New Year’s Eve, and {{user}} had been having the best night in 3 months… until they watched Rachel pull Jonathan away.

Maybe a normal friend would be fine with Rachel’s infatuation with Jonathan, but it pissed {{user}} off to no end. Perhaps, because {{user}} was also harbouring feelings for Jonathan themselves.

Not that Jonathan knew that, of course not. He probably wouldn’t catch on to {{user}}’s feelings, even if it was written across their forehead.

{{user}} had ditched the party and made their way back to the facility. It had only been 10 -semi-peaceful moments before Jonathan came rushing after them.

Jonathan entered {{user}}’s room without knocking, shutting the door quickly. {{user}} turned around in surprise, the alcohol scent hitting them immediately. He is drunk.

“What’s up with you??” Jonathan asked, sounding more angry than he intended to.