Jonas's POV

I walked out onto the porch of Slayer's house. I knocked on her door and her little brother opened it. "Hey, I'm your sister's friend." He stared at me for a while and said, "Sl-Slayer, there's someone at the door for you." She came up to the door. "Oh, hey, Jonas," she said softly. She gestured for me to come in and I sat on the couch. "So, what's up?" she asked. "Just wanted to talk. I feel like we're not around often enough," I explained. I heard a crash from behind me. Slayer's brother had dropped and broken a plate and was frantically cleaning up the little bits, flushing with embarrassment. "I'm really sorry," he said softly once he had finished. "Weird. He usually isn't like this," Slayer said. I decided not to pay much attention to him. "Where are your parents?" I asked. "My parents got divorced," she explained. "Oh-" I started. "then their mutual friend took custody of both of us and now we live here with him. Anyway, he's out on a date right now. He trusts us," she ended. "Sorry," I said quietly. She shrugged me off. "I don't want sympathy. I still see my parents a lot anyway, so it doesn't matter."

We spoke a lot after that. We argued whether Ravenclaw or Slytherin was better. (which, by the way, is Slytherin) (A/N: RAVENCLAW!!) Slayer went to heat up pizza and I saw her brother again. We stared at each other for a good few seconds and then he just stared at the floor. He looked over at Slayer and walked to her. He whispered something to her and looked at me. Slayer just giggled. She gestured to me. Her brother shook his head frantically. She grabbed his arm and pulled him over to me. "My brother thinks you're hot," she said bluntly. "SLAYER!!!" he exclaimed, flushing red. That made me smile. "Oh, really?" I asked flirtatiously. "NO!" He turned the opposite way and went back upstairs. Slayer laughed. "He's cute, y'know?" I said. "Ew, no," she remarked and sat down. "I didn't think he liked boys, honestly, though he's kinda flamboyant sometimes," she said casually. I shrugged. She put on Steven Universe and we sat there and watched it like nerds.

A couple of episodes in, we heard the doorbell ring. Slayer opened it and Cole walked in. "Look who's feeling better?" he asked. "Um.... I dunno. Beyonce?" I asked sarcastically in return. "Very funny, Jonas," he said and sat down on the arm of the couch. He started playing with my hair. I looked into those bright emerald eyes and I grinned. He smiled back. He twirled my hair around his finger while I gazed at him. "Hey, lovebirds, cut it out. You're grossing me out," Slayer said, interrupting us. "We're not in love!" I protested. "Yeah, okay, whatever," she said. I could've sworn she said "Liar" under her breath. Cole pretended not to hear her and we continued watching the cartoon.

We had watched a ton of episodes. Cole had fallen asleep. Slayer was getting her millionth Skittles pack, and her brother was blasting dark music from his room. The door lock turned and a man walked in. He must've been in his late 30s, and he had dark hair that partially fell over his eye. His caramel-colored skin glimmered in the moonlight behind him. "Hey, J, how was the date?" Slayer asked. "Great," he smiled. 

As Slayer and J talked to each other, I stared over at Cole's sleeping body. I noticed he had freckles dotted across his face that spread to his ears. How did I not notice that before? Another thing was that he had naturally long eyelashes. They were beautiful. He was beautiful. Not that I liked him or anything. He was just my friend. F-r-i-e-n-d. Out-of-boundaries. Off-limits. His eyelashes fluttered as he opened his eyes. "Hey, cutie," he said sleepily. "Hi, handsome," I greeted back. He smiled. "Hey, Cole, need me to drive you home?" I asked. "No, I'm fine," he said, yawning and stretching. He waved us goodbye and left the house.

I turned over. J had gone upstairs. Slayer was left laying on the couch staring out the window.

"Hey, Slayer?"

"Hmm?"

"What if a dude had a crush on his friend, but he considered his friends to be off limits for dating?"

"Well, he can screw that rule and chase after his crush. Why?"

"I'm.... asking for a friend."

"Is this friend African-American?"

"Yes."

"Does he wear hoodies a lot?"

"Yes."

"Is he gay?"

"Yep."

"Jonas, do you like Cole?"

"I think so."

She mumbled "Freaking knew it" to herself but didn't say anything to me anymore.