BORED | w. oleff

nine-july 5th

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my eyes shot open for what seemed to be no particular reason. what is it with me waking up in the middle of the night? i thought and slid out of wyatts grasp, careful to not wake him even though he was pretty much passed out, and padded to the kitchen to get a glass of water. a dark figure sitting at the dining table startled me. it was jaeden, his head sat on his fist and he stared blankly and traced his fingers on the grains of the wood. i dragged my socked feet against the floor and got a cup out of the cabinet and filled it with water, taking a seat next to him. "what's the matter?" i whispered, half caring and half not.

"just thinking." he replied.

"about what?"

"what happened last year. and when you're gonna tell wyatt."

"why do i have to tell him?"

"because he likes you, y/n."

"and?"

"and he has to know sooner or later anyways, he's my best friend and i am not gonna keep him in the dark any longer. and i don't want him to find out from anybody else except you."

"why can't you do it?"

"because even if i do tell him, he'll still turn to you for confirmation, you can't escape it."

i took a deep breath. "how do i even tell someone that? 'hey wyatt, funny story, i had sex with your best friend last year'" i let out a small giggle.

"why is everything a joke to you?" his expression hardened, "this is serious, y/n, this could break his heart!"

"but it won't! it only happened a few times, it's in the past, and there is nothing between us," he stared at me, "right?" i whispered.

he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine only for me to forcefully shove him away. "fuck you," i muttered, "and stay away from me and wyatt."

i ran as quickly and quietly as i could back to my room, my face turned hot and tears started to fall from my eyes and down the front of my face. i could barely make it to the bed before completely breaking down. i his my face in my pillow in an attempt to muffle my cries, and it did the job, because when the time came that i had finally calmed down, wyatt was still fast asleep, not having moved an inch.

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     later that morning, i pulled finn out on the balcony with a nervous look on my face. "what's the matter?" he asked worriedly.

"it's jaeden." i replied.

"what'd he do? did he tell wyatt?"

"no," the tears started to come back, "but he said that i need to. that wyatt is his best friend and he doesn't want him to find out from anybody except me."

he sighed and put his head in his hands, "jesus christ. how many times was it?"

"three," i said holding up three fingers.

he bit his lip, "when he does find out, it's gonna be hard on him, he-"

"wyatt kissed me last night. so did jaeden."

"and?"

"i liked it. but only when wyatt did it, i nearly punched jaeden."

"two guys? wow y/n."

"you're not making this any better."

"sorry," he seemed sincere enough, "do you think you have feelings for wyatt?"

"i think so," i whispered quietly.

he pulled me into into a hug and i fell apart in his arms. "i wish it never even happened," i said through tears, "i wish jaeden just would have minded his own business and never tried to comfort me!"

i recalled the first time it happened, i was in a terrible place and jaeden was the only one who seemed to notice, he was there for me, and one thing led to another, three separate times. and i enjoyed it. at the time it seemed like this was how it was going to be forever. we weren't even dating, we rarely even spoke to each other. we used each other for their bodies and that was all it was to me, but not to him. if he felt nothing he wouldn't have tried to kiss me. that bastard. we only stopped when the rest of our friends grew suspicious and i refused to let it go on any longer.

finn pushed me back and wiped my tears and i could see that he was crying as well. "finn, why are you crying."

he sniffled, "because you're crying, and you're my best friend."

"i love you finnie boy."

"i love you too, y/n."

filler!