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꒰☆꒱ ⋮ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈 ₊˚.༄

I didn't know how to describe how I was feeling. My stomach was hot and my limbs were paralyzed. As I looked at my friend's pale body standing in the doorway as if her soul left her. Words tried to escape my mouth, but they never managed to come out. I was silent. He was silent. Everything was silent.

"This isn't what it looks like." Timber said, taking the words out of my mouth.

"That's the most common line for anyone to use when it's exactly what it looks like!"

It was weird seeing her face, snot sliding out of her nose uncontrollably and tears that fell past her shoulders. The burning in my stomach grew stronger the more I looked at her.

I forced myself up and ran over to her. I wrapped my arms around her and put my head on her neck. She didn't move, only kept crying.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that without context." My grip on her became tighter. "Timber is gay. He doesn't like you. He doesn't like me. He doesn't like us. He likes guys."

"I wanted her to rate my kiss." He splurged out. Tugging on his beanie out of nervousness.

"Oh."

Twilight's one worded response already said so much. We fucked up.

I would assume that even if she was straight, how hurt she must be to find out about Timber. It hurts when you have a crush on someone who is straight and you know you couldn't be with them because they will never like you like that. I wonder if that's the same pain she felt at that moment.

I continued to hug her, her body was warm. She smelled like vanilla, something simple but not over the top. I wanted to hug her forever. I loved the feeling of my body against hers. But I felt guilty that I was sexualizing a hug that was supposed to be out of sympathy.

I backed up and let go of her to give her space. She just stood there, head down and tears falling to the floor, staining it.

I never knew how badly she had feelings for Timber until I saw her face. Another reason to make me feel awful. I'm sure Timber felt the same way. Despite my feelings about Timber, he actually cared about Twilight.

"Twi, we're so sorry-" I pleaded before getting cut off.

"Don't call me, Twi. I'm not your friend." Twilight raised her head up, wiping her face with her sleeve. She pointed a finger at Timber. "Do your fancy friends know about your new-found sexuality? You do the dirty with Flash while we're sleeping?"

Timber didn't know what to say, he looked at Twilight with a shocked look. I couldn't let her speak to him like that. I didn't care what she was, as far as we knew she was straight. I didn't want anything homophobic coming from out her mouth.

"You can't speak to him like that, Twilight. I understand you're hurt and you're just saying things because you're angry but that doesn't make it okay." I responded angrily to everything she said.

She turned around and started walking towards the exit until she stopped. "I'm not a faggot like you so I really don't care about your explanations and excuses." And with that she walked out the double door, leaving us with our mouths wide enough to catch flies.

"What the hell.." I mumbled under my breath.

I wanted to know what possessed her to say that. The sweet, socially awkward Twilight didn't strike me as the type to speak like that. She spoke with confidence even though all that came out of her mouth were insults.

Timber, still as a statue, said nothing. One hand was rubbing against the other arm while another hand was tugging on his beanie from the back. His arms were tangled in a odd position, but seemed comfortable to him.