Confession

His hands shook as he picked up his phone, looking for messages that he must have received, he was nervous, he’d never confessed to anyone before and he’d never come out to anyone before. This was a first time for everything. He watched as he saw the typing signal come up, and disappear, come up again, and disappear. After a few more times he panicked and deleted the message he had sent. Turning off his phone and stuffed it in his back pocket, trying to ignore the pure fear and anxiety in his chest. The pain from his anxious stomach. He pushed himself to continue practicing. Taking out his guitar once more and continued to play. But soon he zoned out. Thinking of what he’d done, the anxiety filling him up more till he felt it in his throat. What if he’s messing with me. He probably hates me now. Maybe he’ll tell his friends and then they’ll laugh at me too. Fuck. I can’t go back. He already saw the message. What if he stops talking to me, what if he doesn’t want to be friends anymore. What if… he says…… yes? Maybe? Possibly? I hope so. He couldn’t resist not looking at his phone now. He took it out and watched once again, opening his messages with his best friend and watching. He was still typing. What could he still be typing for? JUST SEND THE MESSAGE!! He thought. He continued to watch, knowing that it was telling his friend he was in the chat. He waited and waited.. and waited… and kept waiting. Till soon the message was sent it was a short message. “Wrong person?? Did you mean to send that to someone else”

Jakes heart felt like it shattered. “Do you want me to answer that honestly or lie to you?” 

“Honestly”

“I sent it to the right person. I’m telling you that I like you”

“Oh”

“Yeah”

Left on opened. For 30 minutes, he hasn’t left the chats he’s just watching. Jake didn’t know what to do. He kept the messages open as well, he placed his phone down for a moment putting up his hair into its elastic. Then there was a buzz. Jake basically leaped to his phone. Opening the chats and saw that his best friend wasn’t in the chat anymore. But it was replaced by an essays worth of writing scattered with hearts and kissy faces and the word like. Jakes heart fluttered. He started reading through the message,

I like you too. Though that sentence isn’t enough to express my feelings I want you to know that. I’ve liked you since 5th grade. Since we sat in that swing set and talked all of recess about how we were glad that we both became friends because no one else wanted to. I’m glad that we’ve stuck together though all these times. When I braid your hair because we’re going to the beach and you don’t want it in your face. When we play Minecraft in your room on your TV and put our beds next to each other because it “took less materials to make one room” when we clearly had enough. When we wouldn’t be in the same room but we would call each night and play games on our phones together. When we would hang out together and not even have to talk to enjoy each other company. I really really like you. And I’m so glad you said it first because we both know I’m not the type. But you never know how excited I get when I see you messaged me or the stupid smile on my face when I see your face.

Jakes heart slowly started to beat faster. Starting to race faster and faster as he saw every word and all the effort put into his message. Jake smiled at his phone, forgetting to respond and just admiring the message. Before he was rudely interrupted by another message, “so… was that stupid. Sorry”

“No no I’m so sorry. I forgot to respond- I just” he sent and tried to think of what to say

“You just what?”

“I wanna be together.”

“Me too”

“Will you be my boyfriend?”

“Well duh.” He sent, replying to his own message of all the love he had for Jake. Jake smiled and chuckled to himself. And even though Austin couldn’t see Jakes reaction. It made himself smile as well. Even though he tried to keep his ‘cool chill guy’ persona. He was alone in his room now and all he wanted to do was jump around and scream. He was excited. So excited he wanted to share it with everyone and yell to the world. He was excited like his little sister was when she got a brand new stuffed animal. He was excited like he would be when getting a new piercing to match is collection or his second tattoo. But they both knew each other were happy.

“Texting Congress 1” by afagen is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0.