Best Bros. [ Danvis ]

🥀Chapter One🥀

Waking up in the morning is a dreadful thing for me, only because of the simple fact that Dante's alarm goes off at five am and he sleeps through it, but my ass hears every single annoying beep meaning it's now time for me to get up. The noise always rings through my ears, but either way I can't just go into his room and shut it off. No, he wouldn't realize I'm in there. He sleeps with no clothes on, and I would sure as hell spend too long in there doing things I probably shouldn't be doing. Funny how I'm just realizing why our friends label me as a pervert. I could easily just go into my best friends room and get off to his naked body in his bed.

But I'm not that sick, of hate myself for doing something like that. Instead, every single morning, I just bring myself down the stairs to make us some breakfast. The hardest part about living with him is how oblivious he is, how he somehow has no clue that the blue haired babe I love is him. I'm clearly over Katelyn, so how come my best friend hasn't even noticed yet? Maybe one day he will notice, and will both be able to hold each other in our own arms without being labeled as bros. I would like to be the first to point out that Dante still loves Nicole and all those other girls, so he doesn't have room in his heart for me. So, basically, it's one-sided love. Woo! So much fun, right?

I'm not always so depressing and hurt of course, Garroth and Laurance seem to know how to cheer me up. Plus, those two are such icons and I can't be the only one who stops to breathe every single time I see them talking to each other. They're so cute together! It's impossible to not smile when seeing them! Which is why I'm glad they're my friends, because other wise hot damn I would be a depressed ball of shit. But I'm not, so what if's aren't valid. Oh but of course sweet ol' Kawaii~Chan makes me happy too. It's kind of strange, you know? Her and I never clicked together, but now we're quite close friends. I think it's because she understands the pain I'm going through with Dante, and she just wants everyone happy. Such a sweetheart, honestly.

"Yo Travey, made breakfast yet?" The voice of that dreadful yet dreamy bluenette skipped into one ear, all around my mind and right out the other.

Sighing at the nickname, I smiled and pushed some of my white locks behind my ear, "I'm about to start, Dante! Jeez, you're always so hungry in the morning! You could eat like- fifty tacos and want fifty more!" A small, sweet laugh escaped my pursed lips. I would like to consider my laugh sweet, others have told me so themselves. I promise you, I'm not one hundred and ten percent full of myself. I'd say I'm only seventy-five percent full of myself, or is that too low? Besides all that, once I had gotten into the kitchen I quickly started working my ass off to make me and Dante a good enough breakfast. Sometimes, of course, Dante would complain about what I chose to make. Today was a good day though, thus I would make something that Dante preferred. 

And of course that meant blueberry pancakes with syrup, whip cream, and two or three strawberries to top off the delicious stack. Being able to make things like this just to please this boy had to make me feel special in some way. This was the boy I was in love with, and despite him friend zoning me in so many ways I still like him just as much, or even more, as I did before. My feelings for him never seem to stop, but I know it's highly unlikely I'd ever win his heart. Dante is the kind of boy who won't exactly correctly flirt with someone he truly loves, but he'd go off doing crazy things for them. Dante is sure as hell not like that with me, as far as I know. Maybe I'm too oblivious, I don't know. I doubt it, I'm pretty sure I know him better than any of his girlfriends ever have. They're too busy drawing cute little hearts into his chest, cooing about how much they love his adorable little cheeks. Then they fuck some other guy and it crushes him. Or he fucks some other girl, either way. That's just how Dante's love life works.

Feeling his warm breath on my neck pulled me out of my thoughts faster than his words ever have, it was like watching a scene from a movie like Fifty Shades Of Grey, but I guess in this case it's Fifty Shades Of Depression. I'm not even that depressed, what am I saying? I don't even have depression, am I just trying to be relevant at this point? Off topic. I quickly froze up, my cheeks turning a rosy shade of red. Of course he admitted his long lasting love for me right then and there, why wouldn't he! Nope, obviously that is not what happened. He whispered into my ear as his hands drifted downward. "Thank you~!" With that, he grabbed what was rightfully to be claimed as his. His plate of blueberry pancakes.

"Dante, please, you could be a bit more civilized instead of just doing-- that."

Flipping me off, the boy I had fallen for walked off.

But this was only the start of him walking off, soon enough it would be all the way out of my life.

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[ i know it sucks but i just wanted to get this out even though it's not edited. ]

[ short? yes, it is. i hate that it's short. wish it was longer, like 2000 words. oops. ]

[ but hey this chapter is mainly like "welcome. ig." ]