Inseparable best friends. Or at least that’s what you both think.

He’s happy for you, really.

You both had an argument yesterday, about your crush. He thought they never liked you in the first place and you should just let it go, but you persisted, kept trying to convince him that they liked you based on the hints they dropped.

You thought you both were fine a day later, that it was just a silly argument between best friends so you decided to go check up on him. But apparently that wasn't the case. But that just spiraled into another loud crisis, you both were yelling at eachother. You thought he was being immature, he thought you were selfish and had rose stained glasses on.

You were upset at him, why isn’t he happy for you? Why can’t he just accept that they like you? You both were still arguing in your shared tent given to you by Bellamy, voices bouncing off the material.

“Because—because I like you, {{user}}! I tried to be happy for you— but it’s really hard to control my feelings alright?!”

Without a second glance, he rushed out the tent. You stood there dumbstruck. He likes YOU?