Being in love with a straight boy is a straight-up nightmare. Especially if it's been like that for years. But it's even worse when he's your best friend's brother, who has a girlfriend that's there to remind you how straight he is. That's when it b...
A/N: I know it's only been Kenny and Mason up until now but who cares about logic lol there's no order to this shit so just pay attention to the chapter titles ok enjoy
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Sunday seemed like a wonderful day to visit my brother and my best friend, but Kenny disagreed. I had a feeling that the main reason for this was me mentioning my desire to meet Jamie, but honestly, I really just wanted to see them, because it was strange not to have them around every single day anymore. Especially with an annoying roommate such as mine. He was absolutely insufferable! As if I could do something about my talking in my sleep, or the sound of flipping over textbook pages, or the sound that came out of those little holes on the side of my fucking earplugs! It was like he was actively looking for things to complain about for no reason or something. I hoped he would ask for a room switch because I was too 'noisy'. Mason and Kenny never complained about any of that. I could be a bit hyper sometimes, but I wasn't noisy!
So despite Kenny's protests, I went over to his campus and tried looking for his room until I realized I had no idea where it was. I was pretty sure he told me, but...
"Gosh, I'm stupid sometimes," I muttered to myself.
"Hey, can I help you?"
I looked around to see a girl standing behind me with thick, shoulder-length, black hair, and a tiny smile, and I wasn't sure why that smile was kind of... scary? But damn, it did things to me.
"I hope so," I said. "I'm looking for a friend, but I forgot which room is his. Is there a way I can find out?"
"You can ask the office. What's his name?"
"Kenny Drew."
"Oh," she said, that smile appearing again. "No need to ask the office. Follow me."
As instructed, I followed her, staring at her ass for only a second—I swear—and then asked, "Do you know him?"
Kenny hadn't mentioned any hot girls... Then again, had he ever? He only supplied when asked, and since we'd been sharing classmates for eight years, his answers were never very innovative.
"Vaguely. It's more of a via-via situation," she replied. "I have heard of him, but I haven't met him. You?"
"Childhood friend."
"Hmm, hard to come by."
I shrugged.
Out of everyone that I still interacted with to this day, I'd known Kenny the longest, but he definitely wasn't the only one. For example, Andre, who'd been our friend since middle school, had been accepted to the same college as me, so I spent a lot of time with him too.
But to be fair, we weren't as close as I was with Kenny.
"We're here," she said suddenly, stopping in front of a door with the number eight, and I almost slapped my own forehead, but for the sake of not looking like a total nutcase, I opted for an awkward laugh. "Yeah, I remember now. Eight. He told me."
