Damn You [BoyxBoy]

My Best Days

It's been way too long, my friends..

Song: My Best Days - Lana Del Rey --->

Ty's Point of View

Surprisingly and thankfully, nothing happened at school. We got a bunch of girls coming up to me and Jeremy squealing in various "OMG! You two are soo cuuttee together!" ways. We got some odd looks, definitely, but they were mostly from people who had always thought that we'd never even be friends.

Piper texted me, I HEARD THE NEWS! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME YOU TWO FELL IN LOVE!

I replied with, We're not in love, and was this something you had been dreaming would happen or something?

School let out and I haven't gotten a reply.

"Hey," a familiar voice said behind me as I gathered my books for my homework. When I turned, Tim was standing there, backpack already on his back. He is- and had always been- my smallest friend, so I'd always have to look down when we spoke.

"Hi, Tinny" I replied, using his nickname.

His rolls his eyes, "It's either Tim or Timmy not Tinny!"

"Whatever." I shut my locker and begin to walk out of the hall with Tim by my side.

"Soo. Uh.. Um-" (does everyone in this town start their sentences like that, I think) "you and Jeremy are 'a thing'?"

I chuckle as he wiggles his dark eyebrows while saying "a thing". "Yeah-I'd say so," I can feel tingles of heat in my cheeks, "why?"

It's his turn to blush. "Nevermind." He walks ahead of me and exits the school without another word.

"Hey now, you choose Timmy over your own boyfriend?"

Jeremy is standing behind me, an offended hand on his chest, and looking somehow sexier than he did in our last period, which was just ten minutes ago.

"How many times must I tell you that you're not my boyfriend... yet," I add as I take his hand.

"So we're friends with benefits?" he asks, crunching his facial expression in a "that's weird" way.

"No. We're frenemies with benefits," I peck his cheek quickly, "big difference."

"Let's go, duffus," he says, pulling me to my car.

Call me crazy, an idiot, but this boy is making me feel really, really good. Not love- but something really close to it. I know, I know, it's been a few days, and I'm sure that I've gone over this a lot in my head, but I think me and Jeremy can actually be something. I've never really been depressed nor anything near it, but ever since I've actually talked to Jeremy, my life feels worth it. It's like all these years, I've just been existing; doing good in school; played basketball. Nothing, I fee like, that I've ever done has been fun-- exciting-- to me. Nothing made me feel truly happy, until now. 

 When I see Jeremy letting go of my hand, smiling to himself as he walks to the passenger door of my car, I feel electric. The way there's still tingles on the palm of my hand left over from his touch-- it drives me insane. 

 A loud honk scares me out of my thoughts. Jeremy removes his hand of the steering wheel, smirking. I roll my eyes before entering my car. 

 "Do you always drift off at random times?" he asks me as I put on my seat-belt. 

 "No," I think for a second, "I don't think I ever did that before." (Before you came along, I want to add, but I decide to hold back.)

 "Well, if this is going to turn into something (as you keep referring to it), I'll just have to get use to it."