ARNE'S POV
(A slight mention of depression ahead. Beware!)
"I guess I'm stuck for the night with you"
These words seemed holy just out of the Bible. I was more than happy to be in the same room with my bes-, lov-, a stranger, who was once the love of life.
That's what he was. A stranger who cared for none and left me hanging. I would've never asked him for a relationship. To be official. Maybe I would've tried to accept his rejection and live by his side like a friend I was. But, he chose abruptly disowning his best friend. Disowning my love for him.
But, yet my stupid ass was happy to be locked in the same room as this betrayer.
"So-" I was brought back from my thoughts when Feivel cleared up the silence. "How have you been doing?" he asked carefully without making eye contact.
I made my way to sit beside him at the door. Maybe I would get few answers today. "It's not like it would concern you, Mr Mendes" I spat. Sure I was cold in answering him. But, it's a fact that it wouldn't bother him. It broke my heart he pretended to care when he didn't actually do.
"T-That's not true, sho- A-Arne" he picked his words carefully testing the waters to use his pet name for me or not.
"It is. It's not like you were there for me when-" I was on the verge on breaking down but, I couldn't afford it right now. "-forget it"
"I can't!" he yells making me flinch. He turns his body from facing nothing to me. "I-I want to know. I want to know, how you were all these years. How you planned to come to New York and how you and Jackson started dat-" he stops with a look of betrayal. A look that shows he was hurt beneath, cause of me. ME?
"Me and Jackson what? Feivel" I ask looking straight into his eyes, ignoring the distance between us, which was no more than three inches. "What?"
He stays still for what it seemed like years before taking a deep breath before answering.
"That you and h-him are d-dating. I watched you guys in the evening outside the cafe. I-it's not like I'm h-hurt or something. I-I just want t-"
"Say what again? Dating? Me and Jackson? Are you fucking nuts Fei!?" I was shaken. Sure, I and Jacky were close, close enough to be mistaken as a couple often but I didn't expect that from Feivel out of all the people.
"Y-you just called me "Fei" " he smiles weakly with such happiness. "You just called me "Fei"! Oh God, I can't be happier"
"Out of all that, you are just concerned about me calling you by your pet name?" I raise a brow folding my arms.
"Ye- oh wait, so you are Jackson aren't dating?" I sigh at the fool sitting across me. "You guys are married?" He gasps with a hand covering his mouth. I facepalm myself at the stupidest creature I ever called my best friend and I loved.
'Why did I love him, again' I internally cringe at his foolishness.
"Oh God! I'm neither dating nor married to Jacky. So shut up. I need some peace" I spat angrily.
"Oh. Okay," he exclaims which a happy tone. Why though? Why would he bother if I was dating someone or not? He should shut the fuck up and live his own fucking life with his family.
"Asshole" I mumble under my breath.
"Now now, you didn't just call me an asshole. Did you?" he scoff.
"Oh yes, I did. You gotta problem?" I retort with confidence folding my hands tight to my chest. The distance between our faces has been decreasing with every question and none of us cared.
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Romance[COMPLETED] Arne Cabral, an eighteen-year-old boy who is in love with his best friend. His *male* best friend. But, being a heterosexual all his life he had not felt anything towards other men but Feivel. Was he gay? Or was he gay for Feivel? Feivel...
