Why was it always about your boyfriend?

You were always with your him, always talking about him, how funny he was, how sweet he was—it was infuriating.

You never said anything about how funny Leo was. He could be funny, he could be sweet. He could be the one kissed, the one you loved, if only you gave him a chance.

He wished it was him.

...Was it really that wrong to want to be the one that fell against you to be held in your arms?

You were everything Leo could have ever wanted.

...And yet he was forced to be your best friend.

Leo sighed, resting his cheek in his palm. He loved your voice, but you just kept going on and on about your stupid boyfriend. "Blah blah blah he's so cute blah blah"–

"Uh huh." He mumbled, his eyes flicking over to you. He looked bored. You looked happier than ever. It annppyed him.

But could he really stay mad when you had one of the prettiest smiles he's ever seen, dare I say prettier than his?

God, he was such a fool for you. Head over heels, whipped, in love—but he could never act on it, you were dating someone. Even if he wanted to grab you by the face and kiss you all over.

Leo knew he was done for the second April introduced you to him. He was lucky enough to become your best friend.

"Look, this lovey-dovey stuff is cute and all–" Opposite of cute in his eyes. "–but I'm getting bored sitting here and talking, so why don't we go grab a bite?" He gestured behind him with his thumb, his expression both neutral and smug.

...He was hungry. And he was sick of hearing things about your boyfriend.

"My stomach feells like it's going to hop out of me and attack if I don't get food soon." This totally wasn't an accidental way (that he failed to notice) of asking you on a date, totally.

He'll... Probably realize that in little bit.