"What are we?" he asked again.
"We..we're friends."
"Friends? Do friends love each other?"
"Look, Andrew I love you. I also love my brother, and I love benedict cumberbatch but Am I gonna marry one of them? Hopefully and not my brother. But, I won't probably ever make out with my brother even though I love him."
"I'm not your brother. You don't even have one." he said.
"Friends love each other." I stated
"Not the way I love you."
I sighed, Andrew's eyes tarted to water.
"I love you y/n."
"Andrew-" he stood up cutting me off.
"I love more than life itself, I love you more than anything and what? You just want to be friends?" he questioned.
"Andrew. I Just think I need-"
He cut me off with a kiss. I wanted to lean into him, feel his body on mine. tears rolled down my cheeks as I pulled away.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't forgive you this easily. You have to earn it. You can't just walk in like Barney the badass! Leave! Go home!"
There was a moment of silence.
In that silence I regretted everything.
"Andrew-"
"No, you're right. I'll go. By the way, the bacon has been burning for about twenty minuets."
"Thanks." I mumbled taking a shaky breath. I heard the door shut signaling he left.
"Fuck!" I threw the pan across the room.
"Why?!" I cried.
"I'm sorry!" I yelled.
"I'm so sorry!"
I ran upstairs and spent the whole day in bed. But I couldn't fall asleep. No one dreams in hell.
