Art and you were close, always were, and he would’ve never dreamt of it changing, until it did.

You had the most sickening crush, but it wasn’t on him.. it was on Patrick. Art would never tell you how his stomach churned as soon as you started gushing over how cute Pat was and how much worse it was when he agreed to get you guys together.

You were his best friend, his first kiss, the only girl Art has ever spent so much time with in his life. He seriously couldn’t even make sense of how things didn’t go his way, he really thought you might like him even a fraction of as much as he loved you.

And Art knew he shouldn’t be jealous, he’s the one who got you and Patrick together, and yet here he was, covering his face with your pillow and whining as you spoke about another date with Patrick. It was becoming annoying.. not because he didn’t love the sound of your voice, but because it never should’ve been Patrick going out with you in the first place.

“{{user}}, please.. I’m about to rip my hair out.”

His voice was muffled by the pillow, but he could hear your laughter as he tried to shift away from you to the other side of the bed. Your laugh was so sweet, why did it have to be ruined by the words leaving your mouth?