"Hey Brett, do you wanna swing by the park on our way home?" Y/N wanted to find out what was bothering him during orchestra.
"Why?" Brett deadpanned.
Of course he isn't going to make this easy for me... "I wanna get some fresh air."
"We're walking right now, we're literally in fresh air."
"Don't be a wet blanket Brett, I really want some hot almond milk tea from that mini-cafe and I don't wanna go by myself. I'd go with Eddy but he always takes forever flirting with the barista."
At the mention of Eddy, Brett laughed. "You've got a point there, alright let's go. But you're buying for the both of us."
"Fine, fine. I'll buy you boba, just hurry up your lazy ass."
"I'm older, you can't talk to me like that."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say Grandpa." Y/N giggled, running ahead.
"Hold up! Dude, what's the rush?"
"I'm racing you!"
"You know I hate running!"
Y/N threw a wink at him, "Exactly!".
"Just you wait! I won't help you with math anymore!"
"A man shouldn't be petty Bretty" Y/N ran away giggling, beating him to the cafe.
A few minutes later, they sat down on their bench, drinks in hand. The bench didn't belong to them, per se, but she and Brett sat there so often on their way home that they took ownership of it. If one were to look under the seat, they'd see "Property of Y/N & Brett".
*Flashback*
They wrote that one day on their way home when Y/N told Brett she felt like she didn't belong anywhere in this new country. Brett told her "Gimme a sec", pulled out a sharpie, and began writing on the underside of the bench. "Brett, what the HELL are you doing? We might get in trouble!". "Don't worry about it, just go ahead and look" "Ah, I can't with you. What did you even wri-" "What do you think? Now you have a place that belongs to you- well, to us. Hope you don't mind sharing" If anyone asked her, Y/N would deny that her eyes teared up when she read the neat penmanship. "Are you crying? I'm sorry Y/N, I didn't think I'd upset you. I'm really so- *OOMPH*!" "Shut up you dummy, I love it" Y/N voice was muffled by Brett's shirt as she just threw her arms around him. "I'm glad, but how about you let go before you squeeze me to death?"
Y/N chuckled at the memory, a bittersweet nostalgia attached to it for it was the moment she realized her feelings for Brett, and the moment she decided she would never confess...She knew this bench the best spot for her to ask Brett what was up with him, since this was their place. "So, what's up with you?"
"Hmm?" Brett was trying to sip the boba through his straw.
"Initially, when Straum announced the showcase you were really excited. But towards the end you seemed down and even said you're not sure if you want a solo. That's CRAZY, music is your life. So, why are you hesitating?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fine."
"Brett, don't pull that BS on me, I'm the master of BS so my radar pings when you're trying to lie."
"I said drop it, okay?" Y/N stilled at Brett's harsh tone. Noticing how he sounded, Brett sighed "Listen, I just am having a bit of an inner-conflict and I wanna deal with it on my own."
"Brett, when I was at my worst, you were there for me. Maybe because I'm not your best friend like Eddy is, you don't feel comfortable telling me. So, instead of telling me anything, just listen to me without interrupting, okay?" Brett nodded. "Okay. When I first joined the orchestra, Eddy invited me to have lunch with y'all. After that, I was really curious about the quiet guy who was best friends with the most excitable person I've ever met. Only later did I find out you were just shy and could be loud as hell too. Anyways, I asked Beatrice from my flute section about you and she said you were the best violinist in the country. I thought she was exaggerating till I saw the video of your competition on YouTube, you placed 1st by a landslide. You're freakin' talented. And ya, okay, talent only gets you so far. You're hella hardworking, I live next door so I hear your violin practice at all hours of the night and day. Don't take this to mean anything bad but you're must like yourself when you're playing or talking about your favorite composer. The rest of the time, you seem a bit awkward or lost. But put a violin in your hand and you're the most charismatic man to have ever existed. You might have concerns about how sustainable a career as a musician is since your parents are pressuring you, but just know this: Someone with that much passion, that much dedication, just absolutely cannot fail. You're just... amazing. You amaze me, always do and probably always will" Y/N blushed when she realized what she said probably sounded like a confession.
"You're right... I'm concerned whether or not a career as a musician will make my parents proud. But, if you really think I'm that amazing, then maybe I can stick it out till the end." Brett nudged Y/N.
"So out of my entire speech, 'you're amazing' is the only thing you heard, huh? Wahhh, I didn't peg you as a narcissist, but I guess you are." Y/n exaggerated her reaction to break through the awkwardness she felt from her passionate speech.
"Oh do shut up. Thank you, I really needed that... And by the way, Y/N" Brett looked into her eyes, "of course I'm comfortable talking to you, you're my best friend as well." Y/N's heart squeezed uncomfortably, she way happy Brett felt better now, but hearing him call her his friend... ouch... did he just gently reject me because I basically confessed by feelings to him?...
"Don't go all soft on me you big lug. Now come on, we have to get home" After that, they each went into their separate houses.
That night, Brett played an emotional melody. Y/n listened from her window, back against the wall, tears flowing down her face He'll never see me as more than his best friend...
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Sorry for the long wait you guys (TwT)
School has been torturing me and I didn't get a chance to write but now I'll be more diligent in updating everyday (UwU)
To those of you who read my story or even commented, I really appreciate you ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡
Till next time!
-haruka
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