My Bad Boy Bestfriend

"I can't do this," She said in a quiet voice.

"Can't do what Allison?" He spat.

She narrowed her eyes, her tiny figure tense. "Us, damnt Fletcher! I can't do US."

Fletcher backed up quickly, like he just took a blow to the face. "Why?" He questioned. "Is it because of my past, future, present day?" He rambled, sounding broken and vulnerable.

Allison wiped her eyes. "No," she whispered. "None of that Fletch. It's because we've been best friends for 14 years! We can't fuck that up because we both randomly started lik-"

Fletcher cut her off with a growl, "like? Randomly? Allison I've been in love with you since I fucking met you 14 years ago! The first time you glared at me with your green eyes after I stole a chip. There is no liking to it."