2.14.18 genre: romance KEVIN - Requested by: xXxIMYBxXx P.O.V: 1st & reader insert length: 2 part ~~~~
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I always looked forward to Kevin's visits. We had been friends for a long time now- from high school all the way till now. He stopped attending college only after a few days because of some wacky business he didn't want to share with me. It became a bit lonely at college... We promised to apply for the same University together, and I had been very eager to see him there, but unfortunately he suddenly dropped out. I had been looking for answers and trying to ease out those wanted answers from him, but he refused to say anything.
Why did we suddenly keep secrets from each other? I didn't know why, but I didn't exactly mind. He lived right next door in my apartment, but he rarely ever was home. I knock on his door a million times a day, but he scarcely responds. We text each other constantly- actually, it seems like I'm the one prompting greetings. Oh well... I couldn't exactly get angry at my crush, could I? For several years now, I began developing feelings for him that were even more than normal friendship-related emotions.
I never dared confess. He would reject me. I knew it! He was popular among girls, and even if he used to brush them off like they were flies, he didn't talk to me in that sweet voice of his that he would use on them. Was it because I was special, or was it because he didn't like me? I shrugged those questions off as I cooked my evening meal. I didn't exactly like staying in the dorms of the college since I didn't know anyone there. I sighed as I fried my scrambled eggs on the pan. It had been several months since he left, and he contacted me less and less every passing day. Why was I still lingering on him? He doesn't pay attention to me that much; it's useless to try and grab his attention.
I finished cooking and poured the scrambled eggs over my plate before waltzing over to the small, round table. I sat down, picking up the spoon, ready to take a mouthful of the eggs. But then I was interrupted by the buzzing of the doorbell. Surprised by the suddenness of the bell, I shrieked and dropped my spoon, which spilled all the eggs on my shirt and scattering on the hardwood floor. "Crap," I groaned. The doorbell rang once again, and I couldn't just leave that person there. I gathered up the eggs on my lap and placed them in the trash can.
I then stood and walked over to the front door. It couldn't be Kevin, could it? I was hopeful as I grasped the door handle and swung it open. In front of me was indeed Kevin. The notorious Kevin Moon that stole my heart in high school... "Kevin!" I screamed out of astonishment and overjoy. He laughed at my high-pitched squealing and before I could even jump on him and hug him, he pressed a hand on my forehead. I pouted. "You know me too well," I huffed. "I always know you're ready to pounce on me like a cat," He chuckled. "You've finally grown taller!"
"Hey!" I whined, punching him ruthlessly in the arm. "Don't make fun of my height," I said. I then quieted down. "But why didn't you answer my calls and texts?" I crossed my arms impatiently. "Er, I shouldn't exactly tell you-" He started. "Just tell me!" I exclaimed. I hated to say these next words. I had to admit, I sounded like some dying frog as I spoke the next sentence, "I'm your best friend aren't I?" Kevin stiffened and relaxed after a few seconds of complete silence and looking like an iceberg. "Y-Yeah. Yeah, you're my best... Friend..." He hesitated as he said so.
