Note: This was a Krii7y fic that im writing atm but am re-writing so, yeah. Enjoy!

Feelings weren't something John caught very often. Well, feelings for another person, anyways. He could never understand love. Possibly because he had always seen negative things out of it. Unrequited feelings, break ups, cheating - all of it just seemed like a waste of time in the end. Why get in love when there's so many possibilities of things going wrong? Not to say he was bashing anyone who had a significant lover; he enjoyed watching other people being in love. Seeing happy people made him happy. He just knew that there's a lot more than what meets the eye, and he wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle it all.

John had only been in love once, and that was in middle school. He was in love with a boy in his class (the boy's name escaped him, probably because he tries to block out that memory as much as possible), and when he had tried to confess, he instantly became everyone's target of bullying. That didn't mean anything to John; what really meant was the fact that his crush had been one of the ones who ridiculed him for the rest of middle school.

So much for being in love.

So that just proved John's point even more of why he should not ever get in to love ever again.

Only problem is, he thinks he might be falling for someone. And he absolutely hated it, especially because it was one of his best friends, someone who also didn't believe in love.