his muse ; reader imagines

I don't want you like a best friend ~

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

Warnings: suggestive themes

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''Are you coming the the Rave'n dance?''

''I don't have a date.''

''You could go with Xavier?'' Enid suggested with a knowing grin.

You and Xavier have been best friends since your first year at Nevermore Academy. Being away from home for this long and adjusting to a new environment had been difficult. You missed your family and the comfort of home. Making friends wasn't your strongest, so you ended up very lonely.

Until you met Xavier. Although he was part of the popular crowd, he preferred solitude. He could spend hours on his own, drawing or painting.

One day, his sketchbook fell out of his bag in botanical class and you were amazed by the close to perfection sketch of your mutual classmate, Ajax. You hadn't been able to stop the compliment that spilled from your lips. Xavier had smiled, a little shy, and thanked you. The next day, he had made a drawing of you sitting in the courtyard, reading a book.

You never talked to him outside of class...until parents's weekend. You had been anticipating that day for so long — you missed your parents very dearly —, only to hear from Principal Weems that morning that they would not be coming. Sadness had filled your heart and you ended up crying silently between two shelves at the library.

You weren't the only student whose parents didn't come. Some parents, like Xavier's father, were so busy with their work life that they cared very little about their son's school event. Unlike you, Xavier didn't come to cry. He was looking for a book. Except he found you instead.

You spent the whole day together, getting to know each other and talking about anything but your parents and, for the first time in weeks, a smile curled on your lips. Especially when he shared with you his little ability of making his artwork move.

Your friendship tightened over the years, friends turning into best friends. You called each other during summer break, and sometimes visited because September was just too far away. The Thorpe manor was massive and Xavier had his own art studio — which was even bigger than his shed on school grounds.

It was nice to have a friend like him.

But since your last visit, some things changed. Your friendship had developed into deeper feelings — non-platonic feelings. You held back from acting on them because Xavier was freshly broken up with Bianca and hurting. You also didn't want to be someone's rebound.

''I heard he's going with Bianca,'' Wednesday butted in, making Enid narrow her eyes at her.

''Only because she asked him,'' the blonde quickly clarified. ''It doesn't look like they're getting back together though. Like ever. Xavier's been very indifferent toward Bianca lately.''

Enid wasn't wrong. You hadn't heard Xavier say Bianca's name in the past two months and you were the second person he spent the most time with — after Ajax. He came to you when he had doubts about the genuineness of their relationships, so he would tell you if he was still into her. Right?

That's how the plans were made.

''That means we're going dress shopping!'' Enid grabbed her pink fuzzy backpack, looking at you excitedly. ''You need a dress that screams 'stand back bitches, he's mine'.''

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There weren't many shops in Jericho, so everyone ended up in the same one. It's gonna be a miracle if two girls don't show up in the same dress.