joji miller imagines

envious

in which joji is jealous, and you confess something

joji

"max! stop!" y/n giggled from the kitchen, making my head spin.

i was lying on my bed trying to edit but couldn't stop thinking about my girlfriend who was flirting with my best friend.

y/n came over to the house a lot, because she lived on campus with roommates, (which she despised) so she came and slept over and did homework.

ian, me, max and y/n had all been friends when we met freshman year of college, and i realized i was in love with her, we've been dating for the past 3 months.

"max! fuck stop! you're making a mess!" y/n laughed. making my heart raced.

they were supposed to just be making a birthday cake for ian, but i don't know, y/n was laughing really loud.

everything about her was just so perfect. the way she laughed made fireworks explode in my stomach, and the way she smiled made me feel crazy.

i drink, i smoke and i drive 110 on the freeway, just to try to make my heart feel the same way it does around her, but nothing ever felt the same.

she's magic, but she doesn't even know it.

i knew she was too amazing to be with me, i knew that night she kissed me she was too drunk to even realize it was me.

had she been faking it the three months we had been dating? the feelings being faked i mean, because her orgasms definitely weren't.

did she like max? it made sense, he has a better major than me, actual life plans and he makes her laugh more than i do.

my eyes shot to the polaroid on my nightstand of y/n sitting on my lap at one of the parties we had at the house, she was wearing my flannel and smiling, red cups in both our hands.

and i bit my lip in an attempt for the tears to not roll down my cheeks. i rubbed my eyes, lying down on my bed and staring up at the ceiling, still listening to y/n laughing and max laughing.

"max! put me down!" y/n giggled, and then the tears started to fall, i sat up, my head in my hands.

why couldn't she just come to me and say she didn't have feelings for me anyway? i would've just gotten over it, but she's just breaking my heart now.

and i wiped the last of my tears, closing my eyes and lying back down, facing the wall, and shortly after, i fell asleep.

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my eyes opened to the sound of my bedroom door creaking open. "george?" i heard y/n whisper.

fuck, even her voice was perfect.

i stayed quiet, hoping she would just leave, i didn't feel like talking right now.

"i brought you some fruit, you've been working for hours and i know you haven't eaten since this morning," she mumbled, and i heard her place the bowl down on my bedside table.

"i know you're not asleep, joj." she sighed softly, sitting down next to me on the bed, the mattress dipping.

"are you mad at me? d-did i do something? i-" y/n stuttered, her voice cracking. this was torture for her.