5 more minutes until the last bell rang. Jojen sat at his desk watching the clock waiting for the day to be done. It had been a work period and being as he is, has finished his work ahead of the class. With nothing left to do he sat at his desk anticipating when he was going to be let free.
The bells went off to let the whole school know that it was time to leave and Jojen rushed out of the room. He rushed through the crowded halls as fast as he could to get to his locker. It was one of the only parts of school he enjoyed. When he got to his desired destination a young boy in a wheel chair was next to his locker, opening up the locker beside him.
"Hey Bran." Jojen said trying to hide the fact that he was almost out of breath.
"Hello Jojen. Long day wasn't it."
"Yeah it was. I'm just glad it's over."
Bran began to have trouble grabbing a book from the top shelf. Jojen grabbed it for him and when taking the book from him, their hands for only a moment touched each others. It was such a cliche move but for some reason Jojen had to look away so Bran didn't see his face turn blushed.
"Thanks, but I don't need as much help as you think I do. I'm not helpless."
Jojen turned around confident that his face was able to contain its heat. "I know that. I help you because I want to. We're friends so you should lean on me more than you do."
It didn't take long for the both of them to finish at their lockers and within 2 minutes they were both ready to leave.
They both headed outside the school and met up with their sisters forcing them to go their separate ways. After school he only had a short moment to spend with the boy but those moments were cherished by him. The young Stark boy had no idea about these feelings overwhelming Jojen.
When Jojen finally got home he dove face first into his bed. The only thing you could hear from his room was a laud sigh. Again a day has past that was no different from the last. Yeah sure Jojen was happy. He got to see Bran everyday, smiling and enjoying his company but after years of just sitting by, the young Reed boy wanted something more.
It was strange for him. He was turning impatient and greedy. He sat up from his bed and began to think of Bran. His dark hair that barley made his eyes visible, his blackened eyes that had the ability to see through him, his soft lips which he knew he would never get to touch.
Jojen's head began to spin into more chaos. He had not realized how far this desire has led to. This problem was to much to burden by himself. He needed help.
Jojen knocked on the door next to his room.
"What is it?" Came from the voice inside the room with an agitated sound.
"Meera I need your help with something."
After a few seconds the door opened with a girl about 2 years older and with darker hair than Jojen standing in the doorway.
"It's rare for you to come to me for help. Don't you usually go to Bran to help you out?" Jojen could do nothing but stare at the ground. "Okay I get it. It's not something you can go to him and talk about. Come on in, I'll do my best to help."
Jojen followed his older sister into her room. She sat down at a large wooden desk while indicating her brother to sit on the bed.
"Okay so what is the problem? Does it have something to do with the crush you have on him?"
"What?" Jojen looked up at his sister in dismay.
"Stop looking at me like that. It's something that a sister just knows. Plus you stare at him like a lot. Anybody would have noticed."
"Really, is it that obvious?"
"Feelings show on your face before you realize them."
"What am I suppose to do with these feelings?"
A hand was gently placed on his shoulder. "Whatever you want. Thats the beauty of emotion. They are yours. The tricky part is getting them excepted, especially when that someone is a friend. If you want something more in that relationship then you must leave your comfort zone. You have to tell Bran how you feel."
"Thanks for the help Meera." Jojen got up and walked back to his room. He was even more confused than before he went to Meera. He looked over to his clock and saw that it was already 11. This was going to be a long night for him.
