tristan was meant to be yours. even if it wasn’t obvious to him yet, you were set on it. nobody understood him like you. not even his girlfriend, which is why it irked you when she wouldn’t catch onto his stupid corny jokes he’d make.

but she’s much more his type. she wears short and skimpy skirts while you prefer to had a laid back style — t-shirts and pants. not to mention she’s the cheer team captain and you play band on the benchers.

all you could do was dream that one day he’d wake up to reality and see that you’re what he’s been searching for in her.

after a really bad argument between him and his girlfriend, he drove over to your house. you were the one that could make him laugh when you knew he was about to cry.

as you wait by your stairs, 3 subtle knocks are heard from outside. you stand up almost immediately and walk over to the door to let him in.

“thank you {{user}}. you don’t know what it means to me.” he says as his teary eyes meet yours. before you even have a chance to say anything, his arms envelop you in a tight hug.“you’re an awesome friend.” he murmurs into your shoulder and you let out a quiet sigh.

friend?