Under editing: "Tom... I can't." I said barley above a whisper. "You can't what? Can't tell me? You've been telling me everything since we were born, I'm your best friend Maddie what's the difference now?" He exclaimed, his hands on my shoulders as he tried to understand my train of thought. "Because I'm sick and tired of being your best friend!" I snapped. My eyes began to water as the man in front of me began to blur. "Wh... what's that supposedly mean." He stuttered. "It means I'm tired of sitting on side as I watch you sweep her off her feet and love her the way I-" my voice cracked. "I just can't do this." Warnings: -smut -adult language