Paul's POV
"Shoot, I'll grab both of them I guess."
Thomas' POV
"Can you both come with me, please?" I hear from behind me. I turn to see a security guard.
"Us?" I ask.
"Yes. (Y/N) has asked to see you." The security guard replied. We follow the man backstage, and I start to freak out. "I can't believe this! I wonder what she wants."
"Yeah this is crazy. I can't wait. . . I-I mean. . . I bet she wants to talk to you or something." Rhett replies. The way he said that seems a little weird, but I'm caught up in the moment so I don't have time to question it. The security guard turns to us and says, "You two just wait here. I'll go get (Y/N)."
He soon returns with (Y/N), and she looks even more stunning up close.
Rhett's POV
"Hi, boys." (Y/N) says. "Oh my gosh! I can't handle this!" I think to myself. Secretly, I've been in love with (Y/N) for a long time. I guess it's just because Thomas is always talking about her. I've gotten so used to seeing her and following what she's doing and stuff. And of course, Thomas doesn't know. How could I tell him? He's my best friend, and I would never want to hurt him. I look to my right and see Thomas shaking with excitement. He's so in love with her too. I don't know what to do.
"My name is Rhett, and this is Thomas." I say.
"Lovely to meet you both," (Y/N) replies. "It's you I wanted to speak to, though," She says, gesturing to me.
"What?" Thomas says beside me. What should I do? Should I talk to her? She wanted me, after all.
"(Y/N), could you excuse Thomas and I for a moment? There's something I need to tell him." I say.
"Of course. I'll be right here." She says. I lead Thomas out into the empty hallway.
"Thomas, I need to confess something to you. This isn't an easy thing to say. . . But I'm in love with (Y/N) too. I have been for quite a while."
"Are you serious? Why wouldn't you tell me this?" Thomas almost shouts and begins to pace up and down the hall. He keeps grumbling under his breath.
"Come on, Thomas. Tell me what you're thinking. Do you hate me?"
"No, I don't hate you. . . It's just that. . . I wish you'd told me. You knew how much I loved her."
"I know, and I have no excuse. I'm a terrible friend." I say.
"No, you're not. I'm the terrible friend for constantly talking about (Y/N) and ignoring you. And for not noticing how you felt about her. She wants you, anyway; not me. Why don't you just talk to her and see what she wants." Thomas says.
I'm flabbergasted. "Are you sure?"
"Of course," he says. "I won't let some girl come between us as friends. You deserve a wonderful person like (Y/N). I'll get over her. Besides, there's this girl down the street that's pretty cute. Maybe I'll go after her." Thomas smiles and I pull him into a hug.
"Thomas, you're the best friend a guy could ever have."
"Don't mention it. Now, go in there and talk to her. She won't wait forever."
"Thanks, Thomas." I walk away, knowing that even if it doesn't work out with me and (Y/N), I have a great friend to rely on.
