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Neighbor's Friend pt 2

(r/g/n) means random girl's name, sorry if that wasn't clear
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Shawn's POV ↛ later the same day

Four hours later, I'm still at (r/g/n)'s house. She really doesn't know how to take a hint. She's been driving me nuts this whole 'get together' and I really just want to go home, more importantly I want to find out more about (y/n) without (r/g/n) knowing I'm interested in her best friend.

(R/g/n)'s phone goes off for the millionth time in like five minutes. "Can you see who's texting me? 2248," she tells me.

"Sure," I mumble. I hope it's a guy and I can use it as my ticket to leave. I type in the passcode and open her messages. I cringe, seeing my contact name: shawny ❤️. I try my hardest to ignore it as I click the unread message at the top from bestie 👭, I wonder if that's (y/n). I scroll through the messages and they're all about makeup and what highlight or whatever looks best, nothing I understand.

I check to see if (r/g/n) is paying me any mind and turns out she's not even in the room. I quickly tap details and look through the pictures, sure enough I see a bunch of selfies of (y/n) and not surprising, but still creepy, pictures of me in the chat. I check again and still no sign of (r/g/n). I quickly take out my phone and snap a picture of (y/n)'s number.

As soon as I lock her phone she runs back in. "Who was it?"

"(Y/n)," I tell her. "My mom actually texted me and I have to go. It was-uh nice to see you," I say awkwardly.

She throws herself at me in a 'hug'. "Bye, Shawn! I'll text you."

I don't even bother to respond as I run down the stairs and slip my shoes on. I quickly leave her house before she has the opportunity to talk to me more. I run into my house and straight into my room. I have to text (y/n).

- hi (y/n)? it's Shawn

(Y/n): (r/g/n) Shawn?

- yes but please don't say it like that

(Y/n): okayyyy...... how'd you even get my number?

- I managed to get it from (r/g/n)'s phone

(Y/n): how'd you pull that one off? she doesn't even let me use her phone

- I'm obviously special

(Y/n): and mean

- I'm not mean

(Y/n): to (r/g/n) yes you are

- she comes on SOOO strong I can't help it but im not mean

(Y/n): you can help it cause you control your actions but anyway I'm just joking
(Y/n): why'd you text me anyway

- I'm interested in you

(Y/n): interested in me? what do you mean by that

- I think you're beautiful and I want to get to know you

(Y/n): oh really?

- yes

(Y/n): hm you busy? let's talk in person. the park at the corner of lindley & summerfield in 20?

This takes me off guard and I can't help but smile a little. She actually wants to hangout with me too, hopefully it's not to reject me. I quickly respond and freshen up. I rummage through my closet and switch out my blue shirt for a grey one and throw on a flannel, it's gotten a little chilly. I swipe on some more deodorant and spritz on my favorite Calvin Klein cologne.

I let my mum know where I'm going before hopping into my jeep and driving to the park.
I get there and park, getting out and looking for (y/n).

I spot a girl on the swings and make my way over. She turns around and I recognize her as (y/n). She gets up and smiles. (Y/n) walks over to me and we hug before she leads me back over to the swings.

She's changed out of her clothes from earlier and is now wearing a pair of ripped jeans, a white shirt and moccasins.

"Let's cut to the chase," she starts and my palms begin to sweat. "What exactly do you mean you're interested in me?"

I clear my throat, "Well, like I said I think you're beautiful, I know you felt me staring at you earlier," I say and she laughs and nods. "And I want to get to know you, you seem really cool, y'know? I wanna know what's behind those looks."

She stares at me for a while before letting out a breath. "Well one, thank you, and two I'd definitely be willing to hang out with you more and get to know you but," here we go. "The farthest we can go is friends." My heart drops as the rejection sets in.

She must've noticed my fallen expression as she clarifies what she meant, "No, wait, you're attractive, really attractive don't get me wrong, but (r/g/n) is my best friend. I can't do that to her, girl code y'know? She'll hate me if I were to make a move on you. Essentially I would possibly date you if I could, but I can't."

"But you know I don't feel that way about (r/g/n)," I try to reason with her.

"That's the not point, she feels that way about you and there's nothing I can do about it. You have to understand and respect that, Shawn," she tells me.

I nod. "I get it, it just sucks," I say. She nods. "So uh friends?"

"Yes, of course," she says with a smile.

I return the gesture, friends is better than nothing.

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