"Hic & Mer, Mer & Hic" // Mericcup a.u

"Hic & Mer, Mer & Hic"

Before I start this, let me give you a few facts:

"I am Merida, 18, and hopelessly infatuated for my best friend."

Okay, I'm pretty damn sure that I'm not the first ever in human existence to experience this situation. I've, like, read a couple of stories about what I'm currently in. And sadly, that doesn't give me any pointers in how to survive the real thing.

This started way back in junior high, when Henry a.k.a Hiccup started to, you know, grow up. The part where he can lightly flick my forehead anytime and I won't see it and I can't flick him back because he got taller than me. The part where he grows more... handsome, though I wouldn't admit it to him. In short; he wasn't that toothpick anymore that I can easily lift off bridal-style when his fake leg jams up

And of course I wasn't the only one to notice it. The others started, too. The likes of Astrid and the cheerleaders; the stereotypical popular cheerleaders in high school, though Astrid's not reported to have the typical cheerleader 'tude. Often times I would catch them looking at Hiccup--not in the way like 'this-kid-looks-like-he-belongs-to-another-planet' and the next thing you know is that that kid is covered with his lunch after accidentally tripping by the cheerleaders' table--but in the way that 'this-kid-looks-interesting-and-we-should-get-to-know-him-better' and that kid would be their next hot item or boyfriend.

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Then one day he said: "Mer, I like Astrid."

So I said, "And?"

"Help me get her attention. Like, you know, to score a date or something."

"And how am I supposed to do that?"

"I don't know. All I know is that I can't do it myself without your help. Since you're a girl, shouldn't you know more?"

"Hic, for freak's sake, I don't even do powder."

"But I saw you use lotion."

"Ugh, Hiccup." I do use lotion, and it's just baby lotion, whatever, but it was a force of habit since I was in third grade by my mum:("Merida you're skin is too dry!")

"But technically you're still a girl. C'mon, do it. Please? Both of you are in student council, that's a plus already."

"You're in soccer. Cheering club practises with the team every Friday."

"I just can't... do it. Please, Meri? Please? Two boxes of pizza, monster-size. What do you say?" He bargained.

Shit. He knows my weakness. (Yeah yeah, a little shallow, fine, but c'mon, it's pizza). So without skipping a beat, with the promise of lucious pizza, I (stupidly) answered: "Deal."

Soon after a week I got my bestfriend a date with his 'dream' girl at the local diner ("Seriously, Mer? All the jocks, like, hang out there most of the time, there wouldn't be much room!" -Hiccup) and I got my two boxes of pizza, and a half-finished student council project homework due for the next day (it was Astrid's. Part of the deal to make her date Hic, anyway). And a future stash of future heartbreak. But of course I wouldn't know that back then. If I knew, then I would have given up the pizza instead.

And that's when it started. The dates got frequent. I rarely get to hang out with him at school. And when I look at my side where he usually sits during classes he's not there. With Astrid at the other side of the world. In short, I don't have anyone to pass notes and snide comments to about the topic. In short I don't have anyone to pass boredom with. In short I don't get to look at his sketchbook and add my own drawings.

In short of all in shorts; I miss him.

And so, one unexpected day, when I just really missed that brown messy hair, sharp green eyes, his sarcasm, even that little scar on his cheek that I often trace with a marker when he crashes in my house. On that one unexpected day it all came into one f*cking piece I wished that never happened at all: I like my best friend. Like the crush type of like. And it was such a confusing feeling-- or emotion-- whatever, I don't want to care, 'cause it downright sucks.

They say; ''You can't be just friends with the person you really like."

I admit, I changed the part about 'really like' it actually is 'love' from the original quote. But I just can't just admit I love him because it would be harder to forget and it could change everything.

He has a girlfriend. And if I confess, I would be selfish and I could possibly lose everything. Our friendship. And most of all: him.

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A/N

Basically, I've written this like three or five months ago and I decided that the cover looked just too cute to stay as a draft so I published it. I have no certain idea if I will publish the next part of this though.