braiden: "hey braiden, can i talk-" you started to say, but he rolled his eyes immediately walked away from you and towards the venue. your face dropped, realizing that your attempt to talk to him had failed once again. he seemed to hate you ever since freshmen year of high school. you two were best friends beforehand, doing almost everything together. then you both went your separate ways, where he was more reserved and you became a social butterfly. sighing, you continued on your way back to your car, not even wanting to go to his show anymore. "you wanted to talk?" he said softly, hands shoved in his pockets. you weren't expecting him to come back, so you were a bit shocked. "uh, y-yeah. i just wanted to see how you were doing and everything. i guess you're doing great. i'll be on my way now-" "wait," he interrupted. "don't go. stay for a while?" after thinking for a moment, you decided to stay. but before going inside, he exhaled and pulled you into a hug. "i'm sorry for all of those years we didn't talk. it was my fault, and i was selfish. i wanted you to be happy, but i wanted you to be happy with me, not anyone else." you looked up at his tall frame, shocked. "there, i said it, okay? i like you a lot." you just smiled and grabbed his face lightly, pulling him in for a sweet kiss. "you don't know how many years i've waited for this to happen." you mumble against his lips with a smile that wouldn't go away.
toby: "do i have to go?" you asked your friend. "yes, you have to go! it won't be that bad, i promise." "says you." you mumble, scuffing your shoe on the ground. your best friend was family friends with the mcdonough's, and she was having you go with her to hang out with the boys. it wouldn't have been that bad if it weren't for toby. he'd been not so nice to you back when he was in public school. you had tried to talk to him, but he'd either make an excuse to leave the room or just ignore you in general. finally walking up to their front door, your friend rings the doorbell to have toby answer it. "come in." he said quietly, letting you both in. for the majority of the day, the air was awkward and you could cut the tension with a knife. after a while, the boys and your friend snuck out of the room you were currently in, leaving the two of you alone. "so... how's the weather?" nice going, now he's going to think you're an idiot. "it's nice, i guess." he responds, playing with his fingernails. "what did i do to you to make you hate me?" you ask bluntly. "hate you?" he questions with wide eyes. you nod and he looks like a deer in headlights. "hating you is the farthest thing i feel about you, i promise." "what?" you question. "(y/n), you intimidate me. sometimes, i feel like i have to be absolutely perfect around you because i'm not good enough. you're so smart and beautiful and i'm just... me." your heart flutters around in your chest while you scoot over closer to him. "toby, you're perfect. i'm just me; you don't ever have to be intimidated. he laces your fingers together, and that was the start of a beautiful relationship.
connor: "why is she here?" connor spits, crossing his arms angrily. "you need to cool it," riley demands, pointing a finger at his older brother. "she's here because you two need to talk. your attitude sucks, and this problem has been going on for way to long. it needs to come to an end." he then steps out of the room leaving you two alone. "go on, i'm waiting. you're wasting my time." he snaps, his blue eyes staring at you icily. "why are you so rude to me?" you question bitterly. "rude to you? you're the one who started those nasty rumors about me, myfriends, and my family!" he shouts. "i didn't start anything!" "oh, really? what about when you told all of tumblr that i was gay? or when you started hating on the band's new sound, saying that we were going to "flop"? does that ring a bell?" "i tried explaining this to you before, but you were too stubborn to listen, obviously. y/f/n got pissed that you turned her down, and went on my tumblr, starting those nasty rumors. it wasn't me, why would i do that to you? i thought you knew me better than that, connor!" you say as your voice begins to break. "you hate me. i get it. i'm done." you say, turning to leave. the anger on his face softens as he takes you into his arms before you can. "don't cry, please don't cry. i don't hate you and i never will. i'm a horrible person for jumping to conclusions like that. if i were smart enough to have listened, none of this would have ever happened." he mumbles into your hair after a moment, rubbing your back softly. your tears dried up quickly and you began to feel those elephants running around in your stomach again. pulling away, he wipes underneath your eyes with his thumb. "even when you cry, you still manage to stay absolutely gorgeous..." he mutters, and then his eyes go wide. "i didn't just say that." you smile and laugh a bit. "if you're saying what i think you're saying, i feel the same way too." smiling, he kisses your lips triumphantly, knowing that you're finally his.
thomas: "thomas." "(y/n)." you two were never the greatest of friends, going back to when you were little. he stole your doll, and the rest is history. "why are you here?" "i live here, stupid." you shot back, putting the box down in the attic. "i thought you were still in georgia." he shot back. you attend georgia tech, and you were back visiting family between semesters. "can't i come home and visit family?" "not when i'm around." he spat viciously. "okay, mr. big shot, you have no right to treat me this way in my own home. why are you even here anyway?" "i decided to help out your mom with the attic, since she needed it organized and cleaned." aw, what a nice guy. you thought in your head, but that thought was quickly shot down when you remembered who you were talking about. having enough of even seeing his face, you tried to let down the stairs to get out, but they were stuck. "no, no, no!" you yelled, tugging on the string. "guess we're stuck." he mutters, sitting himself down on the floor. "stop looking at me like that." you snap, sitting down as well. "jeez, grumpy. at least make the best of it if we're stuck in here. do you want to play 20 questions or something?" he suggests, and you agree. after a while, the must needed question popped up. "why do you hate me?" "why do you hateme?" he questions, curious of the answer. "i don't hate you. i just reciprocated the feeling." "well i don't hate you at all." he admits. "i guess i don't hate you either... that was just my guard, you know?" you admit as well, playing with your fingers. "let be friends, yeah?" you question. "no." your eyes shoot up in disappointment. "why?" your feelings are definitely hurt by his response. "i want to be more than friends. ever since sophomore year." "i guess we can give it a shot." you say sarcastically, crawling in between his legs and hugging him tightly. "as soon as we get out of here, we're going to jimmy john's." he says as his stomach rumbles. "call it a date!"
riley: "hi riley." you say as you pass him, trying to be nice. he had been really egotistical recently, and you were getting sick of it. even from the beginning, it seemed like he didn't care for you as much, but now it's just annoying. "hmm." he scoffed, turning on his toward the mirror once more, getting ready for the soundcheck. that's it, you've snapped. "i've had enough of you, mcdonough!" you yell, catching his attention. "and your point is?" he responds rudely. "my point is that you've become a really terrible person. all you care about yourself, and the act is getting old." he starts to say something, but you cut him off. "newsflash, pal! the world doesn't revolve around you, and the sooner you realize it, the better off you'll be. i don't care that you hate me, but deflate your head a little bit, it's blocking your view of who you really are." "i don't hate you." he whispers after a moment of complete silence. "really? then why do you treat me like crap? or like i'm nothing?" you question, demanding answers. "i'm sick of people walking all over me." "i'm confused." you state. "my ego is my defense. i push people away with it before they can knock me down, you know? i guess i just haven't been able to turn it off recently..." he trails off, shoving his hands in his pockets. you walk over to him and wrap your arms around him. "don't push people away. if you do that, you'll let some of the most important people slip through your fingers." "like you?" he questions. you look up, and he places his arms around your waist. "i know i let you slip away, and i regret it. i want you back, but more than friends this time." a small blush formed on your cheeks, and through that he knew his answer. placing a kiss on your lips, he holds you tight and makes sure to not let you go, physically and emotionally.
