He hated that he had let himself get to this point. You were his best friend, his partner in crime. As much as he wanted to see you as a friend, his heart always bumped faster when you were close. He’d tell himself “I’m not in love I’m not in love”

He clenched his fist as you laughed a little too hard at the strangers joke. He just wanted a drink at the bar, now he had to fight off the feeling of jealousy.