twoset oneshots

5: he loves me, he loves me not

warnings: angst and expletives

summary: apart from cockroaches and high places one of brett's biggest fear is having romantic feelings for your best friend. for multiple reasons such as the feelings won't reciprocate, the friendship is lost and things will get awkward between the two of you. so when he confessed to eddy about his blatant feelings to him he wasn't expecting much to happen.

til then, he picks one daisy petal at a time...

he loves me, he loves me not.

so uh, I might inject some of my personal experiences here as well things are tough this quarantine and it sucks being heartbroken so this is basically the spoils of my toils

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He loves me.

"Dude my ass is freezing. Why is it so cold?" Brett shivered under the stormy and cloudy atmosphere in Brisbane. Isn't Australia just a giant desert? Why is it so cold all of a sudden?

They were planning to go to a nearby cafe to get their daily caffeine but the weather has other plans apparently.

Maybe it was fate or a coincidence that Eddy brought two coats.

"Here, wear this." Eddy gave his spare jacket and placed it on his shoulders. "Warm enough?"

"Yeah, thanks, bro." Brett smiled at his kind gesture.

"Don't mention it."

Onto warm flat whites, it is.

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He loves me not.

Partying at a local bar was never in their plans but it's nice to know other people while being a little drunk. Plus, alcohol gives them confidence that they never had when sober.

Circled around groups of people and drinking casually, Brett looks at Eddy at the corner of his eye and it was clear that his mate got a date. Not just a date maybe even a hookup.

He's not in the right state of mind to think logically, he should be happy for Eddy. He should be proud of him. He should be a good friend and ignore the feeling of jealousy.

Good for Eddy, right?

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He loves me.

He shouldn't be surprised but it's really the simple things that warm his heart.

Like grating his sesame seeds for hot pot, remembering his milk tea order, giving him critiques for his playing, and many other things.

He knows it himself that he loves Eddy. Platonic, romantic, and anything in between. He can see it in Eddy's eyes that he does too. Platonic, definitely. Romantic, questionable.

Brett's grateful for the time Eddy has to stick with him. Through the days when he's triumphant, or the days he seizes to exist.

He's starting to forget that not everyone will stay in your life.

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He loves me not.

Eddy knows him all too well. So why does Brett feel that his best friend is enigmatic?