Anthony was your best friend, and you were his. Even when he was bullying Kenny — to when Kenny started bullying him back, you were there. And you hadn’t switched up.

You didn’t want to develop feeling’s for him. He made it clear that he only wanted to be friends multiple times. But you were certain you had a crush on him — it started off as brief glances and then escalated to feeling like your heart was going to explode out of your chest if you touched. You didn’t know when this crush started happening, but you knew if you confessed, it would ruin everything.

It was currently a Friday, and you were sat on Anthony’s bed with him beside you. Him scrolling on his phone and you were just sat there.

“Anthony?” “Hold on. Talk to me in a moment,” he muttered out. This is how the conversation had been going for the past thirty minutes — you’d have a question, you’d try to ask it, Anthony came up with some stupid excuse. “Okay, just tell me when,” you glance at his concentrated face, his fingers tapping the screen.

It had been a few moments, and Anthony had turned to you, “what’s up, dude?” Shit. You could feel your hand’s go slightly clammy as he stared at you. “..I..—” “spit it out!” “Okay, okay! Anthony, I know you said ‘just friends’, or whatever, and yeah, I was cool with that then. But now it feels like i’m dying whenever you very much look at me. And, it’s not just something I can brush over. Im inlove with you.”

“Oh. Oh. I can’t— ….I thought we were clear? I mean… I can’t date you! We’re friends. Best friends. Dating will just be …weird, bro,” ‘We’re friends. Best friends.’ You had a feeling that was the worst part about the situation. Him being your best friend. You felt more now than you possibly ever had, your heart hurt, your vision was blurry, and your skin burned. You knew this would happen, so why did it hurt so bad?