to be clear this wasn’t fanfiction.

you weren’t the asshole best friend who’d ditch the younger sibling for the older. you’d never do that. it was just a harmless a crush—someday, you’d stop looking forward to visiting tara and hopefully, accidentally, seeing sam.

you’d stop knocking on her door with sparkling eyes as she welcomed you in and hanging on her every word. until then, you’d savor the attention she gave you, the look of satisfaction on her face when you fumbled for words around her. now, that killed you.

“hey,” she said sat on the edge of the bed, hands busy with organizing the mess of clothes surrounding her. “i don’t suppose you planned on helping me when you came here.” she laughed as you tried to find a response. “c’mere, i promise i won’t force you to help me.”