Patrick:
I don't have much to give, but I don't care for gold
What use is money, when you need someone to hold?
You kissed your date goodbye before entering your apartment.
"Hey you're home early." Patrick said, seeing the slight frown on your face.
"Yeah, I just wasn't up for much after dinner." You shrugged.
"Wanna talk about it?" You nodded and sat on the couch next to Patrick. Your black dress rode up ever so slightly, resulting in Patrick's cold hand touching your thigh.
"Anthony is nice and this is our 5th date, but all he does is throw his money at me. We have yet to eat at a restaurant that isn't more expensive than our rent! I want to know the real him, behind all the cash." You explained. Patrick nodded his head, his stomach slightly twisting. Here you are getting treated like a queen by a man who could buy him if he wanted too, yet you still were unsatisfied. Why would you ever accept what little he had to offer?
"Maybe you should talk to him about it." Patrick sighed, giving up on the idea that you would ever see him as more than a friend. You mirrored Patrick's sigh, leaning to rest your head on his shoulder. Your arms wrapped themselves around his waist and you brought your legs on his lap.
"I wish it was as easy to talk to him like it is to talk to you Trick." You mumbled. Patrick's heart beat slightly faster as he hummed in acknowledgement.
One day you'd see...
Joe:
You'll never know the endless nights, the rhyming of the rain,
Or how it feels to fall behind and watch you call his name
Joe slammed the door to his apartment, running his fingers through his wet hair. He threw the car keys on the coffee table and walked to the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of beer, he walked over to the window and tried to keep the tears in his eyes from shedding.
6 years he's been on the sidelines. For 6 years he's been "the best friend", too afraid to make a move. That was about 4 relationships he had to sit through and each one hurt worst than the last. First there was Jonathan with the shaved hair, then Sebastian with the man bun, Harrison the barista, and most recently, James the mechanic. None of them deserved you and Joe knew it. The countless nights he had to sit and hear you complain, wanting nothing more than to let you know that he's the one. Stop looking and love him! But you deserve better. You deserve the whole world, and whole Joe would try with all his might to give it to you, he knew he couldn't.
So instead, he'll stay on the sidelines and sit through as many James's or Harrison's or Sebastian's.
But it doesn't mean he likes it.
Pete:
Pack up and leave everything,
Don't you see what I can bring
Can't keep this beating heart at bay
"I-I love you." Pete stuttered. You stood in front of him, hair wet from the rain falling around you.
"You what?" You asked breathlessly.
"I know, I know, it's not a good time, but I love you (Y/N) and I don't think I could live with myself if I never told you." Pete confessed. You walked closer to him, placing your hands on his chest.
"You have shit timing Wentz." You chuckled tearfully. For 2 years you loved the man in front of you and here he was saying all the right things at the wrong time.
"I know, but if there's even a chance you love me back, run away with me." Pete pleaded.
"But Pete-"
"Let's not over-think it! Pack up and leave everything. I can give you so much more than whatever he wants to (Y/N)." By now, Pete was clutching your hand you still had stationed on his chest. You looked into those brown eyes and shook your head.
"I don't know." You whispered. Pete leaned closer to you, placing his forehead on your own.
"Don't think about it, just listen to your heart." He instructed, and within seconds you had your answer.
"Have you seen (Y/N)?" Cody asked, bouncing on the balls of his feel excitedly. Dan had a somber look on his face, handing Cody the wet paper with bleeding red ink.
I'm sorry.
-(Y/N)
Cody's face fell and suddenly the ring in his pocket felt a whole lot heavier.
Andy:
Oh, I'm in love with you and you will never know,
But if I can't have you I'll walk this life alone
"Now introducing Mr. and Mrs. Evans!" The DJ announced as you walked out with your new husband. Andy stood amount the cheering faces with a faraway look on his face.
You look so beautiful, so happy, so full of life.
But it wasn't because of him.
You met Chris at some award show or another. You were Andy's guest. You and Chris hit it off instantly. Andy was pushed to the side.
He watched as your focus shifted away from him and more towards Chris and it was then that he knew he was doomed.
How was he to compete with Captain America?
One day Andy snapped at you for spending so much time with Chris.
~*~
"I'm supposed to be your best friend (Y/N)!" Andy yelled.
"Andy I don't understand where this is coming from. Did someone say something? Because believe me, you are my best friend. You're my bestest friend in the whole world." You argued, genuinely upset that he felt otherwise.
"I barely see you anymore, you're always with Chris now." Andy spat his name as if it was venom. You caught the change in tone and suddenly it became clear to you.
"Andy...are you jealous of Chris?" You asked softly. Andy's face never changed despite the wave of emotions that crashed into him.
"Now what makes you sat that?" He scoffed. You walked closer to the drummer, placing a loving hand on his face.
"Do you...like me? Like, more than a friend?" You asked, hope filling your chest. Andy scoffed once again, turning away from you.
"Don't try to change the subject. If you don't wanna be my friend that's all you have to say." He mumbled before leaving. Your heart broke, aching to hear those three little words from the vegan straightedge.
~*~
Andy grimaced at the memory. If only he'd stopped being an asshole an just confessed to you.
But now you had Chris and you loved him. Now Andy would just settle for loving you from afar for the rest of his life.
