Part 4

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Bryson's P.O.V

" I can't believe I blew it, man. I'm such an idiot! " I rammbled on to my best friend, Alex.

"Dude, tell me again. What exactly did you say to her?" He asked.

" I told her that the reason I didn't say anything to her when she told me that she loved me was because I was seeing someone already." Guilt was eating me alive. Of course, that wasn't the truth I just had to think of something before I made a fool out of myself.

"Well that was dumb of you, I thought you were in love with her too?" Alex teased me. Everyone knew I was in love with Adaline, just not her. I've been in love with her ever since I knew what love was.

"You're a fucking idiot, man! Why didn't you tell her when she told you instead of making that stupid lie?! We all know you're whipped! " he said with a hint of dissapointment.

"I was rooting for you two since I even met you guys! " he continued while patting my back.

"Shut up, bro. Don't tell me you were keeping an eye on Adaline and I's friendship before you even became my friend. That's a little creepy if you ask me." I joked.

"Yeah, you're right. That is pretty creepy, but I did. Not. Just kidding! I did. Sorry! Actually I didn't. Wait no, that was a lie, I-"

"Bro, chill. " I chuckled. "I already knew you were, so no need to explain."

"Bro, thanks for understanding." He joked.

"Anyways, why didn't you tell her that you were in love with her again?" He asked.

"Because all she said was "love" man. Not "in love". And even if she did say that she was in love with me, she's leaving anyways." I said running my hand across my face.

"Wait, when did she say she was leaving?" He urged.

Thinking about it now, I didn't even ask her. I must be the worst best friend of the history of best friends. Mentally slapping myself I groaned, " Like I said before, I'm such an idiot.I didn't even ask her."

"What are you waiting for then? A sign from god?! Go over to her house and tell her how you really fucking feel!" He shouted .

He was right. I have to stop being a wimp and go tell her how I feel. With that, I took my car keys and ran out the door.

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