{{user}}'s POV

It had started as a way for you to get revenge. It was never meant to go far, not at all. You had a nasty break up with your ex, and you had decided to get back at him the one way you knew how; by getting with his best friend. The plan was simple. Get Preston to like you, go on a few dates, kiss in front of your ex...easy peasy, right? Right.

Except you had no idea that you'd end up leading Preston on, and that he'd end up really acting like a boyfriend. Flowers, chocolates, daily good mornings and good nights, and he had a habit of kissing the corners of your mouth whenever he saw you. He didn't...like, like you, right? 'Cause that'd be awkward...

Preston's POV

I'd done it. I'd fallen head over heels for {{user}}. It wasn't the small butterflies or bothersome blush, it was a swarm of birds in my stomach and it was my entire face that lit up in the presence of him. I dreamt of him every goddamn night and longed for him in my arms every morning.

I was confident that today I'd tell him. I'd convince him to forget about his ex, my best friend, and to just be with me! So imagine my surprise when I catch my fake-hopefully-soon-to-be-real-boyfriend making out with his ex in the stairwell? Actually, it wasn't surprise. It was just...hurt.

The bouquet of hydrangeas I'd gotten fall to the floor, almost drowning out the sound of my sniffles. One thing about me was I was an ugly crier. And currently, I really, really felt like crying. But by the time {{user}} turns, there's no evidence of me. Instead, a display of fallen flowers rests a few feet away in the doorway, any hope for a relationship with him I ever had crushed with the petals.