ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕖 ℍ𝕦𝕕𝕤𝕠𝕟 (𝔸𝕜𝕒 ℍ𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕪) 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 ❤︎☠︎︎

friends is enough

I roll over on my side and pick my phone up from my bedside table. 11:37 pm. Stupid insomnia. I decide to scroll through all my social media apps to see if anything exciting is happening but not much is so I settle on watching TikTok per usual.

I hear talking outside my door in another room and question why anyone else would be up but decide it's probably just my parents or siblings. All of a sudden my door bursts open and there stands Chase, my best friend I've secretly grown feelings for.

I set my phone back down and watch as he closes the door behind him before asking who let him in.

"Y-your mom did."

I nod but raise an eyebrow at him. I finally take in his appearance after I promised myself to try not to focus on his features too much so I wouldn't keep falling for him but, plan failed.

His hair is a mess, sprawled out in every direction. His eyes are slightly red and his cheeks a bit blotchy and puffy. It makes me sad seeing him like this.

I notice how fast his chest is rising and falling. Did he run all the way here or is he having a panic attack?

"Chase did you run here from your place?"

"Yes." He says quietly and I watch as his face caves in and basically crumbles in front of me. I give him a look of sympathy before opening my arms wide open, signaling him to come sit with me.

He sniffs and wipes his eye before crawling in bed with me and laying his head on my chest. He slowly wraps his arms around waist and I ignore the butterflies that flutter in my stomach and wrap my arms around him as well like a good friend.

He cries softly and I can feel his tears slowly dripping down on my neck and shirt but I don't care at all. I can't even count all the times the rolls were reversed and he was comforting me when I was upset.

I rake my fingers through his hair and give him head scratches before rubbing his back. Some people would think that we seem too intimate to be just friends but we've always been like this and for us it's normal. Just a couple of best friends til I caught feelings he doesn't know about.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I ask him gently after a few minutes and once he seemed calm enough.

He shakes his head as if saying "no" and squeezes me the tiniest bit more than before causing me to silently thank God that he isn't looking at me since I can actually feel my face reddening.

"That's okay, you can tell me in the morning if you want to." I calmly speak and he nods on response.

I continue comforting him until we both fall asleep, him still in my arms and my hands still in his hair.

We may just be best friends right now, and that might be all we will ever be, but as long as he's in my life, I don't think I'll mind.