Perfect

the friendship

Author's Note:

Hi hi hi I'm literally so excited for this book that I didn't even want to put an a/n at the beginning.

However, I should warn you guys that as cute and fluffy as it will be, it will also get very, very realistic. Don't be afraid to take a step back or to cry or to yell at me if it gets to be too much. You don't know how many times I needed to stop writing because it got ridiculously real.

Okay, that's all, enjoy!

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I found a love for me.

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead.

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Fridays were normally perfect days for going out.

Whether it was starting vacations, partying with friends, or simply going to a bar, they often promised things that would guarantee a good time. Things like time with friends, a couple of well mixed drinks, and if a person was especially lucky, a decent hook-up.

Most Fridays, I enjoyed any and all of those things. Sometimes it was taking a weekend vacation to a resort a few hours away. Other days it was simply to a nearby club for a majority of the night and occasionally into the next day.

But tonight I was perfectly content with what I was doing: laying on my bed, scrolling aimlessly on my phone.

I had been for a few hours, ever since the other person that made up the household chose to participate in a cliche Friday. I had no problem with him doing so, I just had no plans to join him.

I ended up on twitter, the all too bright phone screen lighting up the large room. I slowly went through my timeline, taking time to read and smirk at any conspiracies that came up about me or my group. There was quiet a few covers as well that I listened too, letting them echo through the emptiness. Our fan's talents never seemed to end, and that was obvious as I saw the detailed sketches littering the phone screen. Like the one I was hovering my finger over.

It seemed like any other depiction of us, of course this particular artist had their own style, but this one struck a chord with me.

I liked it without a second thought, but stared at it for longer than I'd be willing to admit.

It almost looked too much like a cartoon, but was drawn in such a way that made us look overly cute. He was sitting in my lap, as drawings often had him there or in my arms. He was also pressing his lips to my cheek, a sight that almost had me blushing.

I quickly turned off my phone, then placed it on the nightstand. I hoped sleep would come over me soon, but instead I was stuck thinking about the boy.

We met when we were young, definitely too young to even think about what would happen to us in the future. The friendship started off completely innocent, just gawking at each other from afar, which usually meant from the other side of whatever stage we were on.

It grew into more and more throughout the years, only to be destroyed because of a few bad decisions and too strong of feelings on both of our parts. It was a struggle between us for much longer than I originally hoped. Once it passed, even though some feelings remained, we ended up being better than ever. And at this point, we were inseparable.

We were absolutely perfect for each other. No one, no matter how hard they tried, could deny it either.

We always had been, and I always hoped we would be.

I rolled over in the large bed, still deep in thought, but quickly got startled as I saw a new but familiar figure standing in the doorway leading into my room. His hand was rested gently on the side of the door frame. He was wearing the same clothes as when he left, but they were barely disheveled.

"How long have you been standing there?" I finally asked.

"Not long," came his reply. "Don't worry about it." I took a a brief moment to stare at him, truthfully only at his face, as it was the only thing that stood out.

"You back for the night?" He nodded his head, then continued to return my gaze.

"I'll let you get back to sleep though," he said moments later before pausing. "Even though I don't think you actually were." I smirked at his comment. "Goodnight Scotty. I love you."

"I love you too," I said quietly. I knew he heard, mainly because of the smile that showed up on his face. He turned around then, and in a blink, he was out of my line of sight. I then sighed a moment later, wishing he knew the magnitude to which I really did.