I'm laying on my bed in tears. I'm not sure why I'm crying. This is dumb. He's just a guy, just my friend. I shouldn't be so stressed about it! But...I just can't help my feelings for him. I have no idea what I'm going to do.
My phone rings next to me, scaring me slightly. I pick it up to see the number, and another tear falls from my face. It's Conan.
After a moment of calming down, I answer. "y/n?!?" I hear a stressed Conan say through the phone. "Are you okay? You haven't answered any of my calls, I was starting to get worried!" Conan was just so sweet. I tried to tell him I was fine, but I knew he could hear my voice breaking, even through the phone.
"I'm coming over right now." he says as I hear him getting ready to leave. "No, Conan-" "I'm already on my way." Ugh. Now what? What do I tell him? Oh, sorry Cone! I'm just in love with you and severely depressed and anxious about it, that's all!
About ten minutes had gone by when I heard a knock at my door. I took a deep breath, trying to prepare myself. I wiped away my tears and all of the mascara that had run down my face. I took one last deep breath, and opened the door.
"Cone-" I heard the door slam shut as I felt his arms around me. I couldn't help but melt into his hug. He ran his fingers through the back of my hair, trying to comfort me. Honestly, it was just making it worse. I started sobbing again, uncontrollably. "y/n-" he almost whispered, pulling away. He put both his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes.
"y/n, what's wrong?"
