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"I think...I think I like you." Josh hesitantly  practiced to the mirror in front of him.

"Tyler, we've been friends for a while now and I think I like you."

These attempts were weak in making Josh feel comfortable about his feelings toward Tyler. The drummer could not figure out how to handle these newly found emotions, but he knew they were real. He wanted to let his heart sing about Tyler. It seemed impossible.

"Tyler, you're sick as hell."
He found comedy in his own stupidity, smile spreading across the mirror.

He rubbed his eyes. How would Tyler even act if he could muster up the courage to say anything? The fear ate at him.

I don't know, Josh. I didn't know you were gay? You are still my best friend. I just didn't think-

Oh god. The agony. He would probably chuckle  a little to shrug off the sudden gesture of attraction and act like Josh had never said anything. Tyler probably wouldn't even know how to react while he was reacting.

Josh sighed and turned off the bathroom light. He jumped into bed and turned his body over, letting his questionable thoughts worsen.

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