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Jayxreader~ Happiness

#33

Request: me :(

Word count: 2048

Prompt: N/a

Universe: series/movie

Age: 22

Status: dating

Note/Warning: This is based off my feelings again. Oopsies. I'm feeling better but I think I write better when it's based on my feelings. I'm Jay :/
I'll try not to lmao.
This is my favourite one-shot I've ever written. The rest (except Remember) can suck ass.
It's really sad. And the ninja are bitches. Egotistical bitches. Except for Zane since he's so pure

Jay was known to be the funny one in the group.

The one that made everyone laugh. The one that made people smile. The one who kept everyone's happiness alive.
The team didn't know what they would do without him. The tears that sprung in their eyes from how hard they were laughing. How they would hold their stomach, bending over when it would clench in pain as they wheezed. Trying to catch their breath when they thought they were done but replayed the joke in their minds, making them laugh twice as hard.
All was good.
For them.
For Cole, Lloyd, Kai, Nya, and Zane.
Yes, Zane.

What about the comedian himself?
Jay Gordon Walker.

Was he happy? Was he doing alright? Was he laughing with his friends?
The answer was no.

What happens to the jokester when he stops making jokes?
Everyone stops laughing.

It wasn't entirely his fault, he would've kept on going, but his teammates were snakes.
They lied.
They faked.
And worse, they were actors.
They pretended. It used to be genuine. Then it got downright annoying.

Jay was walking towards the dojo.

When he arrived he heard some voices. Naturally he would've waltzed right in and not care what they were talking about. He wasn't one to eavesdrop in conversations. But the first sentence got him hooked, made him stop dead in his tracks.

"Jay is way too talkative," Nya's voice was heard.

He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering what they were talking about. Jay tiptoed so no one could hear his footsteps. They were ninja after all, but he knew how to be a better ninja, he thought him joking around and being clumsy (when he's not naturally clumsy) was funny.
He stood there, right beside the door, intrigued to what his fellow friends had to say about him. He prayed, crossed his fingers, even his toes, that it was all good things. Even though the first thing said wasn't, he still stayed optimistic.

"I know, all he does is blabber when he knows no one cares what happened to him," Kai's voice perked up. Jay's heart dropped. He thought they didn't mind.

"Doesn't he know that no one wants to listen to him?" Cole, his best friend, asked. Jay felt taken aback. Jay's throat throbbed, his nose felt all weird.
Jay wanted to cry.
He wanted to sob, weep, and most of all confront. His own best friend was talking shit behind his back. Or so he thought was his best friend. Jay couldn't believe it. Cole? Cole Brookstone? The only one who actually got him? The only one that balanced him out? The one where he could spill his deepest darkest secrets to? That Cole?
Sadly, and surely enough, it was.

"And he's always talking about that notch in his eyebrow. We were curious once, we know what happened," the green ninja gave his own opinion. Whoever looked up to the green ninja and thought he was a nice person was wrong.
Lloyd was just as bad as the others.
Jay remembered all the good memories him and Lloyd had. From playing video games and reading comics to encouraging each other in battle.
A tear.
A single drop of salty water fell from his right eye. His cheeks warmed up of how flustered he was. His throat practically drying as it was urging for a sob. A single sob loud enough to get at least some moisture. But Jay wouldn't allow it. He harshly wiped the tear from his cheek, but another one fell from his left. He shut his eyes tightly as he tried to control his breathing. His lungs begging for air. Throat closing up as he felt useless. He fell to the ground, doggy position, hands in fist as he tried to stabilize his breathing.
No use.
The world around him was spinning. Spinning as fast as it could to make him dizzy. He felt his stomach churn in disgust as he practically cried. He cried because he couldn't breathe and was afraid of death. But most of all, he was crying because of his friends.