Their Girlfriend

Dreams

Matt's POV

I saw her
standing there.
She was quiet
And very fair.

A certain charm,
The aura she had.
Made me want to
Be with her so bad.

Nothing too demanding
Nothing she didn't want.
Whatever she wanted
To her I'd grant.

But a fear lurked
Within me.
What if mine
She never could be?

A hand on my shoulder
Made me sure.
"If it's not her, noone
Else I'd let you lure."

I looked at him and asked
"What about you?"
"Oh, me!", he said
"I love her too."

Then how can she be mine?
How can I think of just me?
"If you love her,
Your she shall be."

For he was my friend
Someone I had when in need.
True friends as you call them
That was him indeed.

"But now I know", he said
"You love her too."
"What would I do without you,
My friend, what would you do? "

I had to do something now
Had to think for an hour.
"If she can't be your or mine,
She will be Our."

I closed my note book and went back yo the bed. I've always wanted to be a writer. I had a whole note book filled with poems and books that nobody has ever seen. I have wanted to publish them but my insecurities kick in. I might want be buried with these. A little entertainment in the afterlife.

Damien wants to be a businessman while Diana wants to be a product designer. Well they are gonna be rich and forget me. That's a pleasant thought.

Damien's POV

I saw Matt writing something. He always does. Beautifully so. His poems and stories fill me with such joy. I may appear stoic but I do feel emotions, as minimalistic as they might be. He never showed them to me. I found a "rejected" one with his trash. I didn't know he could write like this. Not to call him stupid or anything, he just doesn't seem like the type. I have considered for over a month now to publish them in secret but I feel it may be betraying. I showed Diana some. She feels the same way. We still are best friends, you know. Anyhow, I think I'll persuade him a bit.

As night falls, we all gather in the hall for dinner. Huddling together we all sit down and take a slice of pizza. I turn to my right and see Matt and Diana being all cute and couple-y. The only reason they're alive now is cause they're my friends. Not a big fan of couples.

"So Matt, Diana how were your days?" "Well enough"
"Regular."
"What about you? "
"Oh the same. Anyway I had to ask y'all something."
"Yeah. Go on."
"What are your thoughts on poetry?"

I saw him choke on air and then try to play it off as a joke.

"Uhm why do you ask?"
"Well you see I like poems. And I think so does Diana."
"Yes, I do."
"We just wanted to know your thoughts. But why are you so worked up? You trying to hide something?"
"What! No. Why would I do that?"
"Just so you know, I've always wanted a poet."
"Like a pet?"
"No dumbass. Like, you know, a person who would be there and love you and write for you, about you. "
"Well you have me."
"You write?"

Bingo bango

"Uh-ah ab-ha-i uh no...?"
"Matt. Truth. Now."
"Yeah I kinda write."
"Kinda?"
"By that I mean like stories and poems. Can't believe I told you guys."
"Would have known even without you telling."
"You knew! Why-how?"
"Always clean your trash."
"Damnit!"
"Did you just say 'dam-nit'? Anyhow never hide anything from your girlfriend and boyfriend, got it?"
"I'm not his boyfriend."
"Heh yet. Anyhow, understood?"
"Yes ma'am."
"When are you publishing these?"
"Eventually. "