I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me.

“I’m in love with you.” You whisper quietly, fear and panic overwhelming you as you confess to your childhood best friend. The moment is silent, laced almost if there’s a big giant unbreakable bubble between the two of you. And you’re so, very terrified of being the one to pop it.

You expect him to short circuit, get weird, and anxious like he does in serious situations, but his sea green eyes dilate, as he stares at you in utter fucking shock. No, this couldn’t be real. You? Confessing to him? In what world?

Him and {{user}} have been friends since he was able to read, and he’s been head over heels for her for years, utterly and absolutely obsessed with her, but he always thought she was out of his league and couldn’t ruin their friendship.

He’d been planing a confession.

All for you.. To confess first. And ruin his 45th step plan to make you his girlfriend and eventually, the mother of his children.

Shit.

You know what? Screw it. He leans in and crashes your lips together before you even have a chance to react.