he was like a magnet. always pulling you in no matter how hard you tried to push him away.

dallas adams was your best friend’s older brother, and the boy who has made it impossible to get over him. the two of you had always been close, even if your best friend didn’t notice it. he would shoot hoops with you on late nights when he was pissed at his dad again, or when you were crying, he would play movies that he know you liked.

however, as you got older, he stopped being friends with you. especially after he had kissed you in 8th grade. once 9th grade came around, it was almost as if he didn’t even know you. he would hardly even glance your way in the hallway.

but, friday nights were always spent with your best friend, kylee, at her house. and you could never sleep there, always waiting for him. because every friday night he would come home either bruised, drunk, or both and it was almost as if he had lifted the avoidance the two of you had made.

he called you flower. the nickname he always called you.

but it pissed you off. how even on those nights, it would never last. he only ever acted that way when the two of you were alone.

it’s another Friday night and your in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water.

just then, the front door opens, but you don’t have to guess to know who it is.

he walks into the kitchen, and you can feel him watching you, but you refuse to do the same, keeping your eyes on the glass in front of you.

“when are you going to tell kylee you can’t sleep here?” he says, braking the silence.

little does he know that the main reason you can’t sleep is because of him.