My Best Friend - Myles Parrish (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7- Nothing

Myles' POV

"Can I get a Scotch, on the rocks please?" I asked the bartender. All I wanted right now was to drink away this heavy feeling in my heart. Usually, I'm not the type to drink heavy liquor without there being a special occasion, but I physically and mentally needed this.

I caught Stella cheating on me with some random asshole from work. I'm so fucking stupid to think that I could have actually fallen in love with another woman. But once again, I get fucked over and this time, and for some unknown reason, I feel like I let this happen. Once I let my guard down and let someone in, I end up getting hurt in the end. But what's love without tragedy right?

And on top of that, my best friend kissed me. Not just a peck either, she kissed me with passion, with feeling. How could she feel that way about me? More importantly, how could she have kissed me when I was in desperate need of her comfort because of Stella? How could she fuck with my feelings like that when I was in such a delicate position? I just don't get it. I can't handle all of this right now.

"Here you go man." The bartender set my drink down in front of me.

"Thanks man." I half-smiled and he nodded a quick 'you're welcome' and went on wiping off the bar counter. I took a huge swig of my drink, letting the alcohol burn my throat, leaving a warm sensation in my chest. I liked that feeling of comfort it gave me, so I ordered another. And another. And another. I decided to stop when I could barely walk straight. Eventually, I found my way to my car in the bar parking lot. I don't remember going home, but I did.

Alana's POV

It didn't take me long after Myles left to breakdown. What did I just do? I lost my best friend of eleven years because of a silly crush. I'm an adult, why do I still even have crushes? I can't believe I was stupid enough to let my feelings get the best of me. Myles probably wants nothing to do with me all because of my stupid mistake of kissing him. What was I even thinking?! He was coming to me for comfort because his girlfriend, who he was head-over-heels-in-love with, cheated on him, just like before, and he needed me.

After about two or three hours of crying my eyes out, I got up and went into my bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, I almost didn't recognize myself. My makeup was smeared everywhere, my hair was a mess, and my eyes were red and puffy. I washed my face off with cold water, making sure my makeup was all off. I brushed my hair and my teeth, when I heard the door open and close. My heart nearly dropped to my stomach when I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. I regained my composure when I heard Myles' bedroom door shut. I let out a breath that I didn't realize I had been holding in.

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When the sun poured in through my blinds and insisted I get up and start my day, I did just that.

I did my usual bathroom routine and went out to the kitchen to fix breakfast. I chose a cereal from the cupboards and poured it into a bowl and sat down at the table. I wasn't really feeling myself this morning, and I knew exactly why. The uncertain fate of my relationship with Myles was hovering over my head like a big storm cloud threatening to pour down at any given moment. The worst part of it all was that I put myself in this situation. If I hadn't been so shallow as to take advantage of my feelings for Myles when he least expected it, none of these problems would be bothering me.

I leaned back in my chair and ran my hands over my face and through my hair, pulling at the ends. I picked up my phone and mindlessly scrolled through my Twitter timeline for something, anything, that could momentarily take my mind off what was going on. Much to my dismay, I was cut short when Myles walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning Lana." Myles said, ever so nonchalant. I furrowed my eyebrows and chewed on the inside of my cheek.

"Good morning." I answered hesitantly.

"Did you sleep good?" He asked, while selecting a sugary cereal from the same cabinet I did.

"Yeah...thanks." I replied, unsure as to what was up with him this morning.

'That's...strange.' I thought to myself as Myles was acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. Like he hadn't just caught Stella cheating on him. Like I hadn't kissed him last night. 'What is going on ?' I thought to myself once more

"Are you okay?" I blurted out.

"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be." He replied flatly, whilst not looking up and continuing to pour himself some cereal.

He took a seat across from me at the table. I set my phone down and looked directly at him. He continued to eat his cereal and look at his phone, despite the fact that my eyes were practically burning holes into his face. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for my next question.

"Are we going to talk about this?" I asked, almost unwillingly. He set his phone down and looked at me with an unreadable expression. He didn't answer for a couple of minutes, but it felt like hours.

"There is nothing to talk about Alana. What happened, happened. Just leave it at that. It didn't mean anything to me." He stood up from his chair, put his bowl in the sink, and walked out of the kitchen like nothing. My heart sank to my feet and a lump formed in my throat.

Who knew how bad six simple words could hurt?