The One When Warner is Jealous

Day; 1
Requested by; @mclovinnit
Pairing; Warnett - Shatter Me
Words; 500
Warnings; None
I haven’t read any of the Shatter Me books in a while, so sorry if this is bad.

“Why are you so jealous?”

“I’m not.”

“Is it because of Kenji? There’s nothing going on between us…”

“It’s not because of Kenji.”

“…because he’s more like my brother and that would be so gross-

“It’s not Kenji.”

Juliette stared at me a moment.

I looked away. Staring at the floor.

“Then what is it?” Her voice was kind. Too kind for her own good.

I watched her feet as she walked closer. The bed shifted with her slight weight and I almost flinched when she touched my arm.

We were quiet. I debated against myself on whether I should tell her or not. We agreed to be more honest with each other. More like I agreed to be more honest with her.

But it was hard. Why did this have to be so hard?

“It’s Nazeera.” I finally broke the silence, eyes meeting Juliette’s for a brief moment, taking in the look of confusion on her face. A ball of emotion built in my stomach making me feel sick.

Nervous.

Fear.

Worry.

Trust.

“You know I’m straight, right?”

Amusement.

I cracked a smile at her outburst. It was barely there, but it was enough to make the sides of my lips hurt a little, “I know, Love.”

“Then what are you jealous about?” She was smiling to, “And don’t tell me you’re not. I can tell.”

I ran a hand over my head, still half expecting to find hair there even though I freshly shaved it this morning. The motion still brought comfort though.

Another pause. I took a deep breath and turned to her one more time, “It’s nothing romantic,” I somehow kept eye contact with her as I spoke, “I’m jealous of your friendship. You make it seem so easy. I can’t hold a conversation with Kenji without a fight.”

Another deep breath and I watched Juliette’s expression change from confusion to one of understanding.

“That’s because I trust people.” She lays back against the mattress and closes her eyes, “Maybe you should try it sometime.”

I catch myself staring at her again, studying the shape of her face. Somehow, she always looked so peaceful. Like all the bad things that have happened didn’t seem to have an effect on her. It worried me, to some extent. I had watched her go through experimentation, imprisonment, abuse, war. How did she still find it so easy to trust people after everything?

“It’s hard,” She cracked an eye open at the sound of my voice, lowing that one brow on confusion, “Trust people.”

“You trust me, don’t you?”

I nodded, “Of course I do.”

“Then what’s the difference between, say, trusting me and trusting Kenji? Or anyone? We’re just people at the end of the day, driven by emotions and our own shellfish wants.”

For once I was speechless. She had a point.

Juliette was suddenly to her feet again, standing in front of me with her hand outstretched, “Come on.”

Her eyes gestured for me to take her hand. I did. She pulled me to my feet and was dragging me towards the door before I had the chance to even think.

“Where are we going?” I finally asked when we reached the elevator.

“To make you some friends.”