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Trying Not To Keep Secrets From Him

*The Day Before The Concert*

Mackie's POV

I yawned as practice finally ended. For the past two weeks, the band has been having finalization practices everyday for 5 hours each practice. Sometimes we even had to miss school, but at least it's a special school and understands the situation for us three.

But it leaves me less time with Y/N.

I sighed as I picked up my water bottle from the rehearsal room's refrigerator. Ever since I realized my feelings for her, I haven't been able to speak normally with her. She always leaves me a blushing mess when she smiles or a nervous wreck when she accidentally touches me.

The worse part is that I can tell that she notices that I'm avoiding her. Y/N's face sometimes turns sad when it gets blatantly obvious that I'm avoiding her. And it breaks my heart, it really does.

"Why do you look so miserable?" my thoughts were broken when Francis appeared in front of me.

I tiredly smiled up at him as he held a hand out for me to stand up. I took it and dusted myself off. "Well, no reason. I'm just thinking about everything on my mind right now."

Francis smirked, walking with me to the dressing room to change out of our stage clothes. "Like what?"

Without thinking, I blurted out, "Y/N mostly." I immediately realized my answer and out of reflex I stopped walking and covered my mouth. An immediate blush stained my face as Francis's eyes widened at my answer.

"Mackie?" he slowly asked, trying to get a good look at my face.

I made an incoherent response that sounded like a groan, trying to make him continue. His facial expression turned from confused to a grin in a matter of seconds.

"Do you . . . like . . . Y/N?" Francis dramatically gasped, also covering his mouth. 

I looked Francis in the eyes. This is my best friend. He's been there for me, through the good times, through the bad times. Francis deserves to know.

I slowly lowered my cowering hands from my face, the blush still there. I let out a nervous and shaky breath as I looked him straight in the eye.

"Yes, I do."

He scrunched up his face with a smirk  and pulled me into a big hug. I just awkwardly laughed and pat his head. 

He pulled back from me with expecting eyes and eagerly asked, "Since when? Since when!?"

I tapped my chin, pretending to think until I answered, "About two weeks ago. But I feel like I liked her for more than that and just never realized."

Francis cooed and pinched my cheek with forced me to smile. "You're so cheesy, Mack! Come on, let's go tell Keifer!" he exclaimed starting to walk away.

My eyes widened and I immediately ran up to him. I gripped his wrist and forced him to stop running. Francis yelped and turned to me with a confused look on his face.

"What Mack? That kind of hurt," he said, fake whimpering as he rubbed his wrist.

"We can't tell Keifer, " I said in a stern voice, giving him an apologetic look for his wrist.

Francis gave me a skeptical look but listened anyway. "What? Why not? He's our friend too. And you know that we try not to keep important secrets from each other."

I looked down at my shoes guilt filling my mind but I know that I just can't tell him. Not especially with this thought wandering through my mind.

"Because I think he likes Y/N too."

A/N:

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