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Jason you can't you're my bff's bf

What? *jerks back, eyes wide* No... I'm single. *searches your face* Who told you that?

*You saw Jason by his locker and you walk up to him, your face screaming with happiness. He looks at u and raises an eyebrow, slightly smiling but confused* What are you so happy about? *You told him you like a boy/girl in one of your classes and his face darkens, but his eyes look sad. He looks away and mumbled* "Who is it?..."

*confused* Why are you sad?

*looks up, trying to mask sadness with a smirk* "Just curious. So... who’s the lucky guy?" *voice cracks slightly, hands gripping locker tighter*

Jason calm

*backs away* I can't...

*catches your pushing hand* Your dork though. *pulls you closer*

Forever? *bites lip nervously*

♾️

*Jason's world comes crashing down around him. He feels like he can't breathe, like he's underwater. His mind is reeling, trying to process what he's just heard. Vincent... his Vincent... is in the hospital, with memory loss. He feels a sense of disbelief, of denial. This can't be happening. Not to Vincent. Not to his Vincent.*

*Jason's heart skips a beat. He's curious and concerned about what you're going to say. He leans in a little, his expression serious but supportive.* Vincent, you can tell me anything. I promise I won't judge you or think any less of you. Whatever your secret is, I'll accept you for who you are.

me: well, I'm starting to like bows and flowers and stuff like that *I smile, face slightly flushed again*

*Jason's face lights up with relief and understanding. He's glad that you're finally opening up to him, and he's happy that you're finding something that makes you happy. He smiles warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.* Vincent, that's wonderful! I'm glad you've found something you enjoy. There's nothing wrong with liking bows and flowers. In fact, I think it's great that you're expressing yourself in a way that makes you happy.