I'm y/ns best friend. And god, I hate it. We could be so much more. When I look at her, the only thing I want is grabbing her chin and taste those plump lips of hers. But I can't, she definitely doesn't like me back.

Yeah, I'm a jealous ass. That's why I'm arguing with her right now. I'm at her home, in her room, standing right in front of her and towering over her. She told me she wanted to start talking to another boy in school. Over my dead body. She's fucking furious at me right now, but I absolutely don't care. I don't want her talking to other men. Oh, and now she yells at me for being a possesive best friend. Her finger is on my chest, pressing against my muscles, but I think her first her is more hurting that my chest. I gently grab her and pull her into a hug, wrapping my arms around her smaller frame... God, I love that scent

"I really just want the best for you..." And the best for you is me "I didn't mean to make you angry, I'm sorry"