Marcus Lopez x Reader One-shots

~"don't you understand?"~

Marcus and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. We are together all the time and he seems to always follow me around. It honestly gets annoying, I mean yeah I get it, we're friends and all but that doesn't mean I signed up for a puppy to be beside me at all times.

You understand right?

It's not like I don't like him, it's just I can't stand him anymore.

I don't know how to tell him because it'll break his heart and I know how damaged he already is. His parents died, his other friends left him a long time ago, I'm all he has left.

He'll have nothing. No one.

But I have to put me first.

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I'm sitting at lunch eating my food when I see him walk in. He sees me and his eyes light up, his lips curving into a smile. "Hi y/n." He says, sitting in front of me.

"Hey." I say, not looking up at him again.

"Hey, are you okay?" He questions me as I push my mashed potatoes around with my spoon.

"Yeah. Fine." I say, raising my eyebrows slightly in exasperation.

He only nods his head, the smile slowly drifting from his face. "Alright. I'm always here if you need to talk.." He tells me.

'Yeah that's the problem' I think to myself.

He starts telling me about something Billy said in his class, I don't really remember, I wasn't listening. "And then-"

"Do you ever stop talking?" I say, interrupting him mid sentence, dropping my spoon.

"..what?" He asks, a hurt look on his face.

"I said, do you ever stop fucking talking?"

"Oh, um. I'm sorry, y/n.. I thought you liked my stories." His voice seems a little smaller than usual. It's quiet for a while after that, both of us looking down at our hands.

"Can we go talk somewhere, private?" I ask him, worried if I don't do it now, I'll cave in and not do it.

"Yeah, of course." He complies with a small nod of the head.

We get outside the cafeteria and into the hallway and he looks at me concerned. "What's going on? Is something wrong, did I do something?"

Just fucking do it. It's now or never. "I don't think we should be friends anymore."

He face drops and his eyebrows furrow. "I don't understand? I did everything I could to be a good friend, what did I do wrong?" He questions, tears filling his eyes subtly.

"I don't know.. I can't explain it. I'm just tired of us. Of you."

He backs up a little from me. "No. No, no, no, not you too. Please don't leave me. You're all I have left, I can't lose you too!" He says, his tone getting louder and tears falling from his face onto the ground.

"Don't you understand?" I ask, starting to cry as well. "I don't want to be friends anymore."

He sighs, wiping tears from his face and mine.

"Was I at least a good friend?" He asks, the most innocent voice I've ever heard from him.

All I can do is nod. "The best."

And then he walks off. He turns the corner and I can hear him trying to hold in his choked sobs.

The only thing I can think of is why I'm doing this. Do I even understand? I think I was being dramatic..

But it's too late now.