Who's to say how it's even been between them, I'm certainly not and I've been best friends with one of them for nearly a year now, since we became friends in highschool. I'd like to say we were friends from the first day, ya know like in those cheesy romance movies, but it wasn't like that, in fact I hated him at the start, and I think the feeling was mutal, but we somehow became inseparable, and although we keep on insulting each other for fun, we love each other, platonically of course. And no, this isn't gonna be a sweet friends to lovers as he is gay, totally 100% into men and men only, and I'm aroace, so we work.. somehow, it's honestly a mystery to me too.
My bestfriend is a hopeless romantic, but still is single most of the time. Like when his coworker kept asking him out and then didn't even show up.
His so called arch nemesiss just never shuts up and always needs to be doing something, he's really into my bestfriend's art stuff, because let's be honest my bestfriend is an art god (one of the reasons I hated him in the first place, he's just too good), I'm pretty sure it could be called obsession at this point. I don't know much about him, to be honest he scared me, a lot if I'm to say, I mean sure, he's funny and cool, but still quite scary.
Another friend of mine suggested I write out their story, as it seems that everyone but the two of them can see that they're quite perfect for each other, even I think so and I don't even believe in soulmates and such, but if it was real, these two are that.
It's weird thinking I'm about to write a story from 1st person pov that isn't even about the person, but I can tell the tale through my eyes as I'm mostly portraying things realistically.
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story process: editing
posting schedule: for now whenever I feel like it (or my friend I'm writing this for makes me write a new chapter)
" this all is your fucking fault" all of a sudden I was slammed against my locker,towering over me was my arch enemy 'Sam the Dam'. My head was pounding against the hard surface,I hissed in pain glaring straight to him. He was fuming with anger like a predator ready to attack his prey. He stretched his right hand to grab my neck and placed the left one on my shoulder to keep me still. He lowered his chin to my ear and snarled "you are fucking dead 'Meth' ,if I have a slightest clue of your involvement in this shit, I will hunt you down till your last breath". I was choking on air and my vision was a blur ,for a while I thought I was going to die .Mustering all the courage that I could have found, I yanked him away from me. Mean while I was gasping for the air, that dickhead had his usual cocky smirk. I aimed at him and broke his nose ,blood oozing in droplets" want to mess with me Sammy! , first of all clear your own shit, you son of a bitch! "with that I punched hard-on his lower abdomen while he was still holding his bleeding nose, I left the locker room with a sense of victory.
Two competent boxers who can't stand each other for a moment without insulting.... Ultimately fall in love.
Man*man gay romance leave if you are homophobic.