#fakecrush

Ruki: Hard?

Ruki: I wouldn’t call taking care of my brothers something that is hard, however they can be quite an annoyance at times…

PART 2 

Wordcount: 602

Warnings: Fluff, the sun being annoying, one sided pining, fake crush, play-fighting, best friends being best friends, idk what more to write but I want to so you read more than needed, so enjoyyyyy

Previous parts: PART 1

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Jonah sat down in the grass next to his best friend, cursing the sun for being so damned bright. The irritation grew as he realized Rebecka was talking to one specific person on the phone. So, there were two possible outcomes here. Either she would excuse herself and go somewhere private to talk instead, unless of course she opted to just sit next to him and talk to the ‘love of her life’, which undoubtedly he would enjoy less. Or, she would end the conversation early, making her beam with joy before ranting about the newest little thing he did for about an hour or so. 

Jonah hated to admit it but he began preferring the first option. Hearing her talk about another guy and being all in love and having her peak honeymoon phase made him want to rip his ears off. Yet, he sat there patiently listening to her, instead opting to admire the way her eyes lit up and the excitement radiate off of her, with her bright, toothy grin. He sighed as she finished the conversation. 

“How’s Trent?” He asked, knowing she’d tell him anyway, thinking she’d appreciate him pretending to feign a little interest. 

“He’s fine, just finished practice, but how are you?” She asked somewhat serious and somewhat casual. He wondered how she managed that. 

“I’m fine. Why’d you ask?” 

“Can’t I just be interested in my best friends health?” She asked dramatically before sighing, smiling that usual ‘busted’ smile of hers. “Fine, fine, you’ve just been distant lately so I wondered if something was up.” 

Jonah knew for a fact that he wouldn’t tell her about his distaste for Trent, or his massive underlying crush on her. He didn’t really know what to say, so he didn’t. 

“Something is up.” She said carefully, a change from her usual bubbly demeanor. Shit. He really needed to come up with something now. 

Think Jonah. Think. 

“Eh” 

“Wait, do you have a crush?” SHit

“N-No, why would I like y-” 

“You totally do! Omg who is it? That’s definitely why you keep sneaking off to the library so much! They’re you’re library flirt omg, I’m so happy for you! SO, who’s the lucky person?” 

Jonah felt bombarded from all the questions and statements flowing out of her mouth. He looked into her eyes, light as honey, before he layed down on the grass and placed his cap over his face. 

“I’m not telling you anything Becky.” He couldn’t stop the smile forming on his lips. 

“OH COME ON JOE! I tell you everything about Trent, I wanna know about your person.” 

“She’s not my person, Becky.” 

“Ok, she. We’re getting closer, keep going. What’s her name?” 

“You’re not gonna let this go, are you?” He asked, looking over at her through the small gap in the cap. 

“You bet’cha.” She stated before lying down herself, stealing his cap to use it herself. 

He hadn’t really thought of Emilia like that before. She was just her library-buddy in a similar situation as himself. He wondered if she was being interrogated as well. 

“Fine, what do you wanna know? I won’t tell you her name or friends.” 

“How is she?” 

“She’s… funny, and pretty.” 

“How romantic you are.” The sarcasm seeped through her voice like fresh lemonade. 

“Fine, she has a cute laugh. I like making her laugh. Happy now?” He wasn’t lying. 

“Very. You’re almost convincing as a human being.” She laughed. 

“And yet you have no redeeming human qualities yourself.” He joked earning a punch to the arm and a very offended yet surprised look on her face. 

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