My Mine (Trey Burke Fan Fiction)

Chapter One.

Janice.

Sometimes I'll sit back and wonder why I even started this with you. Why would I risk the perfect friendship? I mean that's what we were; friends. Now it seems as if all that shit that we had before doesn't even matter. We can't go back to the people we were before that night.

That night play over in my mind every single day. My house, me, and you. That's all we needed. Any other night you'll come over and we'll talk but it was different this night. See this night when I opened the door your face wasn't at ease at all. You were angry, upset, worried. You stormed in and went straight to the bar grabbing a glass and a bottle of Hennessey. I watched as you poured your drink and downed it as if it was no problem at all. Your eyes were on the glass as you shook your head and poured yourself another drink. It was as if your body was here but your mind wasn't. Sometimes I believed that liquor was your best friend and not me.

You finished your glass and went to pour another, but this time I guess you felt that one glass wasn't enough. You then took the bottle and placed it to your lips; I couldn't watch this. Shaking my head slowly, I walked over to you wrapping my arms around your waist as I looked up to your tall figure.

"Stop."

My words were a whisper that only you could hear as you sighed and placed the bottle on the table before wrapping your arms around me. My grip got tighter as I inhaled your sent; my favorite. Your body was warm but tense as you squeezed me tighter against you. It was silent for a second as I allowed you to get your thoughts straight before I asked any questions.

"I'm gonna kill her, I'm gonna fucking kill that bitch!" My head snapped up at the amount of anger in your voice. Your body was trembling as you tried to pull away only to make me hold you tighter. I didn't want to let go because if I did you would leave. Your arms dropped from my body as your eyes shot daggers through me. I don't care. I didn't care how angry you were, I wasn't going to let go. We stayed like this for about 5 minutes before your voice broke the silence.

"Let me go.."

"Never."

I looked up at you as a small smile played at the corner of your lips; my favorite smile. Your body became at ease as your fingertips gazed over the skin of my lower back, making me melt more into your embrace. So many questions filled my brain and I wanted nothing better but to ask them, but I knew better. If I just hold you, you'll be fine. I wanted you to speak on your own, to tell me what she did. I never wanted to get in your relationship problems, but I can't help to feel some type of way when my best friend makes his way to my house to get drunk and pass out in my bed, yet again, over this bitch.

"I love my girl." You muttered softly against my hair. "I think.." Your hands pulled me even closer as mines gripped you tighter as if you would disappear at any second. You let out a small sigh before placing small kisses against my temple.

"If you're not sure you love her.. then why be with her?" I said while reluctantly pulling away from your embrace. I watched as you shrugged your broad shoulders and laughed a little to yourself before pouring another cup of Hennessy, only for me to quickly take it away. "You're worried about the wrong shit." You muttered as your tall figured brushed pass me and into the living room. "So, being worried about you is wrong? I didn't know I wasn't supposed to be worried about my best friend." I spat with such venom.