Jealousy

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So sorry for the delay (major writers block + being too lazy) anyway... I really appreciate how much you guys like this story and frankly I originally wrote this just because I could never find any  sockathan stories (that weren't sad) on the internet, so I basically said " fuck it" and started. I never thought it would grow to be this popular but now that it is I frankly feel more confident as a writer so yeah. Also as a promised treat chapter eleven or possibly twelve will be a lemon so viewers under the age of 15 beware, yes 15 because be honest. Half the people reading this are between 13 and 19 so yeah....enjoy~~

(Its short)




"Hey Thomas, can you do me a favour?"

"Oh? What's up?"

"The sky dumb ass, and stay away from me and sock."

"Whoa, dude don't worry~ I'm not gonna steal your "girlfriend" ~ besides I'm not gay." Thomas says sounding even more retarded by the second. 

"Then why do you keep following us!" Jon practically growls, "Jon , calm down!" Sock says stepping next to the angry blonde boy in attempt to keep him from getting into trouble, "besides, I'm not weak Jon, so calm down Mr. Overprotective, " sock says laughing slightly. After a few seconds of silence Jon grabs socks hand in silence before dragging him away like an angry child would.   

                                            ~Time skip brought to you by the great papyrus~

The adorable duo quietly walked out of the school, sock smiling to himself knowing he very much got the upper hand, Jon how ever was fuming with rage after being called out by the ex-demon boy whom in all honesty was pretty damn right about Jon being "overprotective". 

Socks pov (finally!)

"So.... you've been quiet..." I say awkwardly, trying to free myself from both his death grip and the angry silence "ummmmmmm....Jonathan?.....jonny?....babe?....bubble butt-"

"I DON'T HAVE A BUBBLE BUTT!"

"Finaly! I got you to talk!"

"Oh my fucking God sock...." he says, stopping suddenly causing sock to bump into him. "Jon, come on did you really think the "silent treatment" would work on me?" I say sarcastically. 

Once we reach his yard I notice something...there's a big truck in the driveway, and last time I checked...


Jon didn't own a car.



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