Inlove With My Gay Best Friend

I Remember.

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Okay, first of all I just want to say a massive thank you to everybody who reads this story. I am so shocked to see that this story has now got 82.6K reads. I am so thankful! Honestly, I can't express how much you all mean to me as cheesy as that may sound! It makes me so happy whenever you guys inbox me asking how I am and how you like my stories. I would love to get to know you all so please if you haven't already, inbox me :) and I promise I will reply.

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P.S The picture is Rosa (Taylor Swift) on her wedding day :)

---Kristelle xxx

Inlove With My Gay Best Friend

Tyler's P.O.V

My heart started racing and my hands felt moist.

I felt sick as I looked at everybody around me. People were waiting patiently for my bride, some took pictures of the church and some took selfies. I know it's bad but I just couldn't help but want this wedding ceremony to be over and done with. I'm not too fond of the idea of people staring at Rosa and I while we vow to each other. I don't really like attention.

Despite the nerves, I'm excited and happy at the same time but I feel bad because at the back of my mind, I was thinking about Sammie. It was like there was a small voice saying, "You jerk, find Sammie." or "Sammie needs your help." But why do I have this gut feeling when I know it's just my mind playing tricks on me again?

"Sammie is fine." I mumbled to myself, "She doesn't need my help."

I said this to myself over and over again.