If I Didn't

28 - Scott

A/N: #IHaveNoIdeaWhereThisStoryIsGoingAndIKnowImDraggingItOnImSorryHeresSomeTylerOakley

And also,

#IReallyWantedToGoToVidconButICouldntAndIronicallyMyBrotherIsInCaliforniaRightNowAndMyLifeSucks

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Tyler! What the hell do I do if the pan's on fire?!" I yelled from the kitchen. The pan of what was supposed to be stir fry was smoking like crazy. Tyler had left me in charge of the pan while he went to call Hannah Hart and ask her what to do. But it didn't take the food long to catch fire.

"Put it out!" Tyler squealed, running back in. I freaked out, cursing as I picked up the pan by its handle. I rushed it over to the sink, where I put it out dramatically with water.

"Well we know who cooks at your house," Tyler said, his hand on his forehead as he slumped against the wall.

"Yeah, takeout," I answered. "Sorry about that."

"It's all good. The gods must be telling us to order pizza."

"Yeah, I think you're right."

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"Mkay, now spill the tea," Tyler said as he finished his slice of pizza. I stopped chewing to look at him.

"What tea?"

"You know, why'd you call the love doctor for a meeting?"

I laughed. If I knew myself, I'd say so. "Well you definitely aren't a food doctor."

"And you definitely aren't a 'I'm pretending to be fine' doctor." I rolled my eyes. He smirked at me over the brim of his glass of wine. "I'm waiting."

I sighed. "It's just...okay. So you know how Alex moved away and I had to break things off, right?" I tried to move things around in my head, but it was all too jumbled up.

"Yeah...? Are you just lonely? You have Mitch, don't you?" My throat tightened.

"Well he's...he's the problem," I sighed.

"Very interesting. Elaborate." Tyler rested his chin on his hand. I rolled my eyes at him.

"God, I don't know how. There's just some feeling in my chest when he has somebody that's not me. We've been around each other all our lives. We have all the same friends. And he's my best one. But lately it just seems...off." I stared at the dark liquid in the glass he gave me, like if I squinted hard enough the answers would be written out in fiery gold writing. Tyler tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowing.

"What kind of feeling? Like, jealously..?" I shrugged.

When Jake was over, it felt like I was frozen inside, or hollow. It felt empty and bottomless, almost. And when they'd act all cutesy (which actually didn't happen too much, now that I think about it), I felt like I needed to lightly dropkick something.

I shrugged after thinking about it. "I guess. But what am I so jealous about?"

"Well, not his attention," Tyler started. "He gives you all of his attention practically. Like you said, you've been around each other for all of your careers, and you live together. And I don't think that you're jealous for his friendship, either."

"Keep going," I mumbled, trying to keep his train of thought going.

"You're the person he spends the most time with. If you guys aren't best friends, then my name isn't Tyler the sexy Oakley."

"But your name isn't-"

"So...that only leaves one option, Scotty buckets. And I'm not sure if you're ready to hear it." Tyler sat back in his seat, and he laughed his signature laugh. Normally it'd bring a smile to my face. But I had never been more creeped out in my life.

"Just...hit me."

"Scott, you doofus." He set his drink down, and then he put both of his hands on my shoulders. "My sparrow, you're in love with your best friend."

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