"Jean, what exactly do you want me to help you with?" you asked him, looking away, acting as if you were looking out for anybody who could here your conversation. Really, you looked away because you could feel the tears, stinging, threatening to spur out from what your best friend, your inspiration, your crush... was saying.
"I want you, to help her like me." he said, rubbing the back of his neck, blushing more, with a small, semi awkward smile forming on his oh so familiar features.
That's it, after all those years, of promises, of laughter, of... everything. In just a few days, he had decided he would rather go after a girl he barely knew, and ask you to make her fall for him. That's all the took, you started to cry but quickly wiped away the tears.
"Y/n? Whats wrong?!" Jean questioned turning you around.
You put on a fake smile, one you were so used to by now.
"Nothing, I'm just so happy you finally found someone... of course, ill help you!" you stated, laughing at how much your best friend could hurt you so much, and not even see it.
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❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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