Lost in Paradise - A Troyler FanFic -

What best friends are for

Chapter 4

 What best friends are for.

 Noun – Friend

A person with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically one exclusive of sexual or family relations.

Best Friend: The one friend who is closest to you.

Tyler POV

We’d had a great day so far; we walked the infamous lanes, stopping off at any quirky shops that caught our eyes, trying things on and having a laugh at each other’s silliness. We walked down the very windy Brighton Pier, detouring into the little arcade to play some games.

It was fun. It was infectious. And it was a fantastic distraction.

You couldn’t help but have a good time when you had all these amazing people to call friend. You couldn’t help but forget your worries when you had all these amazing people to distract you from the one person that had been running laps through your mind for the past week.

I love having such good friends. You know the kind; the ones that know when something is wrong, ones that know if you want to talk or not, without you having to even say a word.

That’s what Korey did for me today. He just knew I wasn’t in my right frame of mind. He knew that I didn’t really want to talk about it… and he knew that he should make me talk anyway, or else it would become obvious to those around us that there was something going on, and that it would eat away at my mind without me doing something about it, inevitably making me a little bit mental and intolerable to be around. He waited ‘til we were nearing the end of our day, dropping back to walk with me as we made our way towards our final destination; the Brighton Festival currently being held near the beach outside Zoe’s apartment. We let the others go ahead, making sure we were out of ear range before he started talking.

“Spill.” He said, not even turning to look at me.

I raised an eyebrow at him, not that he saw, and answered as nonchalantly as possible. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He scoffed, non-too quietly, finally turning his head and staring at me with an ‘are-you-serious?’ look. “Tyler, please, I haven’t been your best friend for 7 years to not know when something is bothering you or not. You put on a good act, but even you can’t hide how distant you’ve been to our friends from me. Now spill.” His tone rang with finality, and I knew there was no room for argument. I sighed heavily, looking at my toes and scrunching my eyebrows in frustration.

“It’s nothing, really-”

“Tyler…”

“No, I’m getting there, hold on. It’s just… I’ve been feeling, I don’t know. Out of sorts recently, and I don’t know what to feel or make of it or what to do, I don’t know if I should approach him or not, or what I would say if I did, and if I did, and I told him, and he rejected it, rejected me, then what? Where would we be? Would we be able to continue with our friendship as it already is or-”

“Whoa whoa whoa hold up, slow down! I’m not a mind reader Tyler, start from the beginning, who and what are you talking about.”

I groaned. I really didn’t want to do this. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to tell someone else about my feelings, especially when I didn’t even yet know myself what I was feeling. Was it love? Or like-love? Can I even see us still together 10 years down the track? I didn’t want to start something with him only to find out I was wrong about liking him and then having to inevitably break his heart. I mean, what if-