Realms SMP Ships

Heather (Tim x AA12)

I still remember,
3rd of December, me in your sweater.
You said it looked better on me than it did you.
Only if you knew, how much I liked you.

December 3, 2020. 2:43 pm.

Tim shivers in coldness as he opened the window. The chilly breeze of winter entered the house. "Oh my Gosh, it's cold outside." He says, looking at their whole neighborhood all covered with snow.

One of his friends, Aris walked towards him. "It sure does look really chilly outside." He chuckles.

Tim turned to him and Aris gave him a warm-looking sweater. He furrowed his brows in confusion and the guy said, "Here, wear this. This is my sweater."

"Why?" Tim asks. "It's cold, duh." Aris sarcastically said and Tim rolled his eyes and laughs.

He took the sweater from Aris' hands. "Thanks." He then proceeded to put it on. He smiled when he felt the warmness of the sweater. It is cozy as heck.

Aris looked at the boy in his sweater in awe. "You know, it looks better on you than on me." He says. Tim slightly blushed at the compliment and said, "Thank you."

But I watched your eyes as she walks by.
What a sight for sore eyes.
Brighter than the blue sky.
She's got you mesmerized, while I die.

"Oh, hey guys." Tim and Aris' eye contact got interrupted by someone walking towards them. It was Brandon. (a/n: brandon is playing heather's role in this oneshot, just wanna make that clear.)

Oh no. Tim's breath hitches when he saw the guy. Aris and Brandon started talking on their own, like Tim wasn't even in the same room as them.

He has always been so jealous of their friendship. Brandon is already so close to Aris, and he didn't like it. He felt as if someone is trying to take his love away from him.

Tim's heart broke as he watches the way Aris' eyes sparkled while looking at Brandon. He gave the boy the look he has never given Tim before. The look of interest, and it scared the heck out of Tim.

Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty.
You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester.
But you liked her better, I wish I were Heather.

Tim sat on his bed, questioning the day he thought Aris might've felt the same way towards him. The day Aris has done the unexpected; he kissed him.

The kiss was amazing. It has dazed Tim for the whole week. It has also made him wonder, "Does he like me back?"
His head hurted at the question. The answer to his question is a complete blur.

If Aris liked him, why does he look at Brandon that way? If he likes Brandon, why the hell would he kiss him?

One day, Tim saw Brandon at the store. He lowly gasped when he saw Brandon wearing Aris' sweater—the same one he let Tim wear. He couldn't ask Brandon directly why is he wearing Aris' sweater so he just decided to not say anything.

He thought at that moment that the answer was already pretty obvious. Aris liked Brandon more than him. Something is obviously going between the two. It hurted him a ton, but could he even do anything about it?

Watch as he stands with her, holding her hand.
Put your arm around her shoulder.
Now I'm getting colder.
But how could I hate her?
She's such an angel.
But then again, kinda wish she were dead.

Tim watches the couple silently from the window as the two played together in the snow. Yes, they're a couple now. It already has been 4 days since they made their relationship official, and while it has been paradise for Aris and Brandon, oh was it absolute torture for Tim.

Tim's heart breaks slowly with every physical contact the couple would make. Aris held Brandon's hand as they ran around the front yard, making footprints on the snow. After a few minutes they stopped, and he put his arm around Brandon's shoulder as they watched the snow fall down from the clouds.

Tim and Brandon shivered in coldness at the same time. But while Brandon has Aris to keep him warm, who does Tim got? No one. He just quietly stood there watching the couple have their fun.

Tim is undeniably jealous of Brandon, but he couldn't hate him. They're still friends even though the couple were both clueless of what Tim is going through. He couldn't dare to hate him. But sometimes, he could not resist but wish Brandon was "out" of the way so he could be in his place. He felt disgusted of himself for thinking that, but jealousy would sometimes get the best of him.

As she walks by,
What a sight for sore eyes.
Brighter than the blue sky.
She's got you mesmerized, while I die.

Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty.
You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester.
But you liked her better, I WISH I WERE HEATHER.

Tim paced back and forth in his room. Months has passed, and he wanted to die so bad.

He would always ask the God, "What does Brandon have that I don't?!"

"Why does he love him more than me?"

"Why can't I be better?"

"Why can't I be him?!"

Tears flooded down his pink cheeks as loud sobs escaped his lips. Is there something wrong with him? Is there anything he could do for Aris to love him back?

He felt absolutely helpless about it. He knows he couldn't be like Brandon. He knows that whatever effort he does, it's useless because someone already owned Aris' heart.

"I WISH I WERE BRANDON!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, and he fell on his knees and cried.

i have no idea of what i just wrote. wtf is this crap?!