(whoever you choose is up to your preference for this one!)
You smiled back almost effortlessly, as if it were second nature, because honestly, he had always been able to make you smile. You could be having the worse possible day, and he would be there to comfort you, and everything would be okay, at least for a little while.
"Hey, Y/N!" He called happily, waving you over to his locker. You licked your lips nervously. Maybe the girls misinterpreted the situation...the nagging voice in the back of your head spoke. All of them? Doubtful...the other voice chimed in, giving you a helpful and much needed boost of confidence that sent you strolling over to his locker with a newfound gleam in your eyes. "The girls stole you away before I could find you, I meant to walk you to class," he said once you approached, shutting his locker.
"I know, they actually had to tell me something pretty important. But seriously, you don't have to walk me to class." He shrugged, smile softening.
"I wanted to," he replied. He fell into step next to you, down toward the parking lot. "So, what did the girls want to tell you?"
You hesitated, playing with a hair tie that was around your wrist. Should you tell him? It would clear things up, that was true, but for better or for worse? You felt yourself blushing slightly before you could even get your answer out. "Oh, um, just something...I actually had to ask you a question. Answer as honestly as you can, okay? Even if it's awful, just be brutally honest with me." You stopped walking abruptly, and he nearly stumbled into you, a light pink dusting his cheeks when he grabbed your shoulders to steady himself.
"Yeah, yeah of course. Ask me anything."
You took a deep breath, staring him straight in the eyes and trying to appear more confident than you were feeling. In fact, you felt like throwing up, and then running away to wallow in your inevitable embarrassment. But you forced it out, the words flowing faster than intended, "Doyouhaveacrushonme?"
He blinked, as if he had heard you at first but wasn't quite sure if you were asking what he thought you were asking. "Wait, what?"
"The girls told me you have a crush on me, is that true?" You repeated nervously, biting your lip as he went completely red and was turned into a stuttering, blushing mess.
"I - I don't, I mean, you're gorgeous - wait, what? I don't know what I'm saying, holy shit, okay, get a grip," he was talking mostly to himself now, and the blush slowly but surely faded from his cheeks. "You told me to be honest, so I will be, and it's okay if you don't feel the same. I won't pressure you into anything. But yes, I've had a crush on you for as long as I can remember," he finally admitted, shyly staring at his shoes before bringing his gaze back up to your beaming face.
"Perfect, that is so perfect," you murmured, taking a step closer to him. You cupped the back of his neck gently, leaning forward to brush your lips against his.
"Tease," he mumbled jokingly into this kiss, pushing your head forward slightly so that your lips weren't just brushing, barely an imprint left. He had his hands perched on both sides of your face, intently pressing his lips against yours, as if he had been waiting for this very moment. To be honest, a part of you had been anticipating this moment as well. When you both pulled away, grinning like idiots and laughing, he moved his hand to encase your own. "Go on a date with me?"
"I would love that," you agreed. "When and where?"
"My house, seven o'clock? I want to surprise you." You nodded, giving him one last peck on the cheek before walking down the hall toward your three grinning girlfriends. He caught his best friend's eye across the room. He gestured toward you, mouthing, "Is this okay?" The other boy smiled, giving a thumbs up.
In the end, they both wanted you to be happy.
More than that, they wanted each other to be happy, because they weren't just best friends, they were brothers. And they didn't want a girl to come between them.
