Best Fuck Friends

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~TRISTA

I sink into the sofa, letting out a frustrated sigh for what feels like the hundredth time. I've been trying to get my best friend, Roy, to show even a hint of interest in my romantic struggles, but he's completely absorbed in the thick hardcover book in his hands. His responses are robotic and monotonous. I'm starting to feel like I'm talking to a brick wall. I need some serious advice, but Roy's too caught up in his own little world to notice my love life is imploding.

"I'm seriously crushing on Chris, Roy! I mean, I really, really like him!" I say, hoping to finally get a reaction from my best friend.

"Mm-hmm," Roy responds, his eyes fixed on the book in his hands.

I try again, exasperated. "But here's the thing - I thought Chris wasn't interested in me, so when Michael asked me to be his girlfriend, I said yes. I mean, Michael's gorgeous, right?"

Roy's response is a monotone "Uh-huh."

I'm starting to get frustrated. "But now Chris is asking me out, and I'm totally torn! What do I do, Roy?" I demand, trying to get him to focus on our conversation.

Roy's reply is a dismissive "Oh."

That's it - I've had enough! I snatch the book from his hands, forcing him to look at me. "Are you even listening to me at all, Roy?!"

Roy looks up at me, his dark eyes flashing behind his glasses as he pushes them back into place with a languid motion of his middle finger. "Trista, my book, please," he says, his deep voice low and smooth.

I hold firm, my grip on the book unyielding. "No, listen to me first," I insist, my voice firm but gentle.

Roy lets out a resigned sigh and stretches out on the sofa, his long legs extending onto my lap. We're more than just friends - we're like family. Our parents are close friends, and we've grown up together. I know every quirk and habit of his, and he knows mine just as well.

"What do I do, Roy?" I ask, my voice laced with desperation.

Roy's eyes widen in disbelief, as if I've lost my mind. "Michael is already your boyfriend, Trista."

I draw out the last word, my voice filled with longing. "But I've been infatuated with Chris forever! I can't just say no to him!"

Roy's response is laced with exasperation. "Then you need to break up with Michael. It's simple."

I frown, feeling a knot in my stomach. "We just got together last week! I can't just break up him!"

Roy's patience wears thin, and he snaps, "Then leave me alone, Trista! I'm trying to read here!" He snatches his book back, his movements sharp and irritated.

"Ugh." I sigh, feeling a bit overwhelmed by our conversation. It's clear that Roy is the smart one, while I'm...well, me. He's always acing his classes with ease, while I'm struggling to pass with decent grades. I mean, when I do manage to get a B, I make sure to broadcast it to the whole world.

Just then, a brilliant idea strikes me, and I can't help but smile. Roy raises an eyebrow, giving me a knowing look. "I know that smile, Trista. You're about to do something disastrous."

I nod proudly, eager to share my plan. "I'll say yes to Chris, and then after a week or two, I'll break things off with Michael."

Roy's response is immediate and blunt. "Slut."

I shoot Roy a fierce glare, simultaneously pushing his legs off my lap. "Says the boy who's had a revolving door of girlfriends - eight in the past two years, to be exact!"

Roy's eyes narrow, his expression defensive. "At least I'm getting serious with Chloe," he retorts.

I roll my eyes, skeptical. Roy's relationship didn't usually stay longer than three month but he's been dating Chloe for four months now and he feels like his "getting" serious.

Roy defies the stereotypical nerd label. While his passion for books is evident in the towering shelf of novels in his room, he's also a multifaceted talent.

He's a skilled basketball player, a member of the school team, and has a voice that can charm the birds from the trees. He's also a gifted guitarist, able to strum melodies that leave you mesmerized. It's no wonder girls swoon over him, drawn to his unique blend of intelligence, athleticism, and artistic flair.

Whether they want to date him or simply fuck him, Roy's got an undeniable appeal that's hard to resist.

And, of course, there's the fact that Roy is ridiculously handsome. His piercing eyes that sparkles behind his glasses. His messy dark curls are utterly tantalizing, looking like they're begging to be tousled and rumpled. And then there's his tall, lean physique, honed from years of athletic pursuits.

It's a wonder I've never been attracted to him, but alas, our friendship is far too precious to risk complicating with romantic feelings. Besides, I've long since forfeited any chance of him seeing me in a romantic light, what with all the times I've farted unapologetically in his presence.

I've reaped plenty of benefits from girls trying to use me to get closer to Roy, though.

Just as I'm thinking this, the doorbell rings. Roy, still engrossed in his book, uses his foot to nudge me. "Go get the door," he commands, not even bothering to look up.

I roll my eyes and snap back at him, "Dude, go get the door yourself! It's your fucking house, not mine!" I say, exasperated.

Roy grunts and gets up, only to return seconds later with Chloe in tow.

"Oh," she says, her expression unreadable, but not quite surprised to see me lounging on the couch. Then, she shoots me a peculiar look, one I've grown all too familiar with from his previous girlfriends and exes. It's a mix of suspicion and a hint of territorial marking. Don't get me wrong, Chloe is a lovely person, but I know that look all too well.

"I totally forgot Chloe was coming over," Roy admits, running a hand through his messy curls, a hint of embarrassment flickering across his face.

I can't resist teasing him, my smirk growing wider. "I never knew a certified genius like you could be so forgetful, Roy."

He shoots me a mock-offended look. "I'm not a nerd, you dumbass."

I giggle, enjoying the banter. "Whatever you say, nerd-boy."

Roy's face twists in frustration, and I know I've won this round. "I should get going, anyway. I have a date," I say, standing up and smoothing out my clothes.

Roy shakes his head, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Your mom invited me over for dinner, Trista."

I grin mischievously, teasing him. "Just don't bring a book, nerd. We don't want you getting lost in another world."

As I shut the door behind him, I hear him shout my name in mock frustration. "TRISTA!" The sound of his voice fades into the distance, leaving me chuckling to myself.

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