( There goes any hope of anything developing between the two of them. Even friendship. At least, he assumes, because how could Steve even look at him again knowing what he did?
Shit, even Jonathan can't look at Steve right now. His face turns bright red, and he feels tears start to well in his eyes, so he pulls over before it becomes too blurry to see. This isn't how he wanted any of this to go.
He wanted to get rid of the pictures before Steve or Nancy ever found out about them. He should never have developed them in the fucking school's darkroom like that. )
Y-yeah. I'm sorry, I -- ( He clenches his eyes shut, willing himself to stop panicking, but it's no use. ) It was stupid of me, I know, I don't know what I was thinking.
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Shit, even Jonathan can't look at Steve right now. His face turns bright red, and he feels tears start to well in his eyes, so he pulls over before it becomes too blurry to see. This isn't how he wanted any of this to go.
He wanted to get rid of the pictures before Steve or Nancy ever found out about them. He should never have developed them in the fucking school's darkroom like that. )
Y-yeah. I'm sorry, I -- ( He clenches his eyes shut, willing himself to stop panicking, but it's no use. ) It was stupid of me, I know, I don't know what I was thinking.