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hiii! can you do a fic about Rommulas and childhood best friend y/n! something like him getting jealous about her and Hollis getting closer, resulting in him admitting his feelings for her😌 ty, i luv ur fics!

After All This Time

A/N: Not proofread, also loved the idea, hope you like this !

Word count : 3,100

Summary: You and Roman have been best friends forever, but as you grew up, everything started to shift. When you get closer to his friend Hollis, Roman finally confesses what he’s been hiding all along.

You’ve been friends with Roman since childhood, always together, everywhere. Your moms were best friends, so it was only natural the two of you got along too, especially since you were the same age. Growing up with Roman as your best friend was like having a second shadow constant, comforting and sometimes annoying. He was your partner-in-crime, your confidant, the one person who always had your back no matter what.

He knew all your secrets. He was there for every scraped knee, every awkward crush, every fight with your parents. And you were there for him too, when he failed his driver’s test, when he lost his dog, even when he had his first heartbreak.

You still remember sneaking out of your houses in the middle of the night just to meet at the playground down the street and skate under the yellow streetlights, pretending the cracked pavement was your private stage. Some nights, you barely spoke, just rolled in silence, side by side, like you didn’t need words to feel close. Other times, you’d talk for hours, sharing stupid dreams and deep fears, making promises you both knew you’d break but swore on anyway.

But then puberty happened.

And things started to shift. Roman got taller, his voice got deeper, and suddenly all the girls were into him. He stopped telling you everything, started hanging out with a new group of friends. He still talked to you, but it felt… different.

The easy comfort between you started to fray at the edges. Conversations became shorter. The late-night calls turned into unread messages. He wasn’t mean, just… distant. Like he was drifting into a version of himself you didn’t recognize yet and maybe didn’t belong to.

You didn’t say anything. You just waited, thinking it was a phase. That he’d come back around like he always did.

And for a second, it felt like maybe he was.

It was a Saturday, and you were sleeping over at his place like you used to when you were kids. Popcorn, old movies, blankets thrown across the couch, it almost felt normal again. Familiar. He laughed at something stupid you said, threw a pillow at your face, and for the first time in months, you saw a flicker of the old Roman.

Then, just as you were settling into that comfort, he said, “Hey, some of the guys are hanging out at Hollis’s place tonight. You should come.”

You blinked. Roman never invited you to those things, not with his new friends. And you weren’t sure if it was a pity offer or a peace offering. But still, you said yes.

You didn’t know it then, but that night would change everything.

You threw on one of Roman’s oversized hoodies, tied your hair up, and followed him out into the cool evening air. You skated to the place, coasting behind him in comfortable silence.

That Hollis kid? He was rich. Like really rich. The house was this big white two-story thing with a wraparound porch and way too many lights. His parents had to be business people or something there was no other explanation.

When you walked in, you were greeted by a bunch of shirtless boys sprawled across the living room like they owned the place. A blond kid with long hair was sitting at a laptop, locked in on something. Later, you’d find out that was Hollis the one Roman kept talking about.

Another guy was on the couch, head bobbing to the music Hollis was playing, a joint between his fingers. That was Ryan. Next to him was Nate, lounging like he’d lived there his whole life.

Surprisingly, the guys were actually nice.

“Roman talks a lot about you,” Nate said with a smirk, looking at you as you sat on the far end of the couch.

You glanced at Roman, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t meet your eyes. Just took a sip from his drink and shrugged like it was nothing.

“He does?” you asked, pretending to sound casual, even though your chest tightened a little.

“Yeah,” Ryan chimed in, his voice low and amused. “Said you skate better than him.”

You snorted. “That’s not hard.”

That made them laugh. Even Hollis, who finally looked up from whatever was on his laptop. He leaned back in his chair, eyes flicking over you with curiosity.

“You’re that Y/N?” he asked.

“That depends,” you replied, leaning forward. “What did he say?”

Hollis grinned, and it was unfair how good it looked on him. “Mostly that you’re annoying.”

Roman finally looked at you then, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Because you are.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. The room relaxed after that. You relaxed.

After that, you started hanging out with them regularly. Your bond with Roman wasn’t the same anymore, but you found other friends. The guys actually treated you like one of them, like you belonged. For years, you followed them everywhere, shows, house parties, late-night drives to nowhere.

Hollis’s career started taking off, and Nate’s too. Along with their friend Jona, they launched a vlog series called Boy Life just them doing stupid, chaotic stuff, being loud, being real. And people loved it.

They filmed everything, skating tricks gone wrong, dumb pranks, afterparty footage, road trips that turned into mini documentaries. And you were there, always somewhere in the background. Sometimes behind the camera. Sometimes in front of it, whether you meant to be or not.

At first, you didn’t think much of it. You were just tagging along. Crashing on couches, eating dollar pizza, getting sunburned at music festivals. You weren’t trying to be a part of the spotlight.

But people noticed you.

Comments started popping up under the vlogs.

“Who’s the girl?”

“Is that Roman’s girlfriend?”

“Hollis and her got chemistry fr.”

You laughed it off. Roman didn’t.

The more you appeared, the weirder he got. Not in a loud, obvious way, Roman wasn’t like that. It was more in the way his energy shifted. How he started inviting you out less. How his texts got shorter again. How he never said anything directly, but his silence said plenty.

And through it all, Hollis kept watching you. Not in a creepy obvious way, he was too smooth for that. But his eyes always seemed to find you in a crowd. Like he was checking in. Like he was thinking things he wasn’t saying.

At first, it was harmless. A smirk when you made fun of Ryan’s hair. A “ladies first” when you climbed into the van last. A pat on the head that lingered a little too long.

It started with texts.

Hollis

yo, send me that pic u took of nate’s dumbass eating pavement

You

Which one? I got like five angles lmao

Hollis

the one where his soul left his body XD

A few days later:

Hollis

you always stay this quiet when you’re high or you just hate us?

You

just you

Hollis

lmao harsh. i’ll win u over eventually.

You didn’t mean to flirt back. Not really.

But Hollis had this way of sliding into your comfort zone without asking for permission. He never pushed, he just showed up. In your DMs. In your space. In your thoughts, way more often than you were ready to admit.

And Roman noticed.

He never said anything, but you caught it in the way his jaw tightened when he saw you smiling at your phone. Or how he always seemed to sit between you and Hollis when you were all hanging out.

At first, you thought you were imagining it.

But then came the night at Ryan’s.

It wasn’t a party, just a casual hang. A few drinks, shitty pizza, and someone’s playlist looping in the background. Everyone was spread out across the living room, half-watching a movie, half-scrolling on their phones.

You were curled up in a blanket on the floor, head resting back against the couch, laughing at something Nate said something dumb. Hollis was sitting beside you, one leg stretched out, the other bent with his arm resting on his knee. He handed you his drink absentmindedly, and you took a sip without thinking.

Roman was across the room, perched on the arm of the loveseat, one knee bouncing like it always did when he was irritated. You didn’t catch it at first, too wrapped up in whatever stupid inside joke Hollis was whispering in your ear, too busy trying not to laugh so hard you spilled the drink.

But when you looked up, Roman was watching.

Not just watching, he was staring. Eyes locked on you and Hollis, unmoving. His jaw was clenched so tight you could see the muscle twitch from across the room. And for the first time in a long time, the air between you felt sharp.

You sat up slowly, suddenly aware of how close you were to Hollis, how your knee was resting against his, how his hand was still draped behind your back like it belonged there.

You shifted your weight, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself, as if that would undo the intimacy Roman had just witnessed. Hollis didn’t move, he just gave you a sideways glance, something unreadable flickering in his eyes.

“Y/N,” Roman said, his voice low but hard.

The chatter in the room dulled like someone had turned the volume down just a notch. You glanced up, already knowing what was coming.

“Can we go?” he asked, standing up.

You blinked. “Go? It’s barely midnight.”

He shrugged, but it wasn’t casual. It was tense. “I’m tired.”

You hesitated. Then, for some reason you still don’t understand, you nodded. Maybe out of habit. Maybe out of guilt.

You stood, gave a quick wave to the guys, mumbled a half-assed “later,” and followed Roman out into the night.

The second the car doors shut, you felt it.

That silence.

Not the comfortable kind you used to share when skating side by side at midnight. This one was sharp, suffocating. Roman’s knuckles were white around the steering wheel, jaw clenched so tight you thought it might snap.

You didn’t say anything at first. Just stared out the passenger window, watching the streetlights blur past. But the tension? It was crawling up your spine.

And finally, he cracked.

“You really don’t get it, do you?”

You turned to him slowly, already exhausted. “Get what?”

He let out a bitter laugh, one that didn’t match the Roman you knew. “You and Hollis.”

You blinked. “Again with this shit?”

“You were basically sitting in his lap, Y/N.”

Your head snapped toward him. “I was leaning on the couch. He handed me a drink, not his dick.”

He hit the brakes a little harder than necessary at a red light, the car jolting just enough to match the conversation.

“You really think I don’t see what’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on!” Your voice shot up before you could stop it. “Jesus, Roman, what do you want me to say?”

“That you don’t like him.”

The words landed heavy. You stared at him, his profile lit only by the red of the stoplight.

“That you’re not into him,” he added, voice quieter now. “That you’re not gonna fuck up everything we’ve ever had for some guy who barely knows you.”

You blinked, stunned. “Are you serious right now?”

The light turned green, but he didn’t move right away.

“You don’t get to act jealous, Roman,” you said, voice shaking with anger now. “You don’t get to pick and choose when I matter to you.”

He finally hit the gas, hard. The tires squealed.

“That’s not what this is—”

“Bullshit.” You turned your whole body toward him. “You pushed me away for months. You left me out of everything. And now, because he sees me? Now I matter again?”

He gripped the wheel tighter. His eyes stayed on the road, but you saw it, the twitch in his jaw, the way his throat bobbed like he was swallowing everything he couldn’t say.

“You had your chance, Roman,” you said, softer this time, like the truth hurt your throat to admit. “You had years. And you did nothing.”

He pulled into his driveway and slammed the car into park, the whole thing jerking.

And then, quietly, like it took everything in him, he whispered, “You’re still mine.”

You stared at him.

And your heart cracked a little.

“No,” you whispered back. “I’m not.”

You opened the door and stepped out without looking back, the cold air hitting your face like a slap.

You didn’t even wait for him. Just walked straight up to the house, your steps fast and quiet, keys already out of your pocket like muscle memory. You knew the drill, sneak in, shoes off, don’t wake anyone.

But Roman was right behind you.

You could hear him breathing hard, like he’d run to catch up. He didn’t say a word as you slipped inside, the front door clicking shut behind him.

The house was silent, dark, except for the faint blue glow of the kitchen nightlight.

You didn’t stop. You headed straight for his room, the carpet muffling your angry steps. When you reached the door, you pushed it open and went in without asking, just like always. Except nothing about this felt like always.

You threw your hoodie onto the edge of the bed and turned around just as he shut the door behind you.

The soft click of it latching was deafening.

“What the hell was that?” you hissed, keeping your voice low. “Dragging me out of there like that?”

He stepped forward, not close, but not far either. “You didn’t have to come.”

You let out a sharp breath. “Don’t pull that shit. You know I would’ve stayed if you told me to. You always expect me to read your damn mind.”

He scoffed, voice just above a whisper. “I shouldn’t have to spell it out, Y/N. You know what that looked like.”

You crossed your arms. “Oh my god, Roman. It looked like I was enjoying myself. God forbid.”

“You looked like you were into him.”

Your chest rose and fell faster now. “And what if I was?”

That stunned him for a second. His jaw clenched. His voice dropped even lower. “Then I guess I’m already too fucking late.”

You blinked. The room suddenly felt too small. Too still.

Roman rubbed a hand over his face, pacing once before stopping in front of his bed. “You think I don’t notice everything? The way you laugh when he talks to you. How you always text him back faster than me. How you light up when he’s around. I see it.”

You swallowed, throat tight. “Then maybe you should’ve said something sooner.”

“I couldn’t,” he snapped, then immediately lowered his voice. “I couldn’t, okay? Because if I told you what I really felt, and you didn’t feel it back… I would’ve lost you for good.”

Silence. Then your voice, barely audible: “And what do you feel?”

He looked at you like he was seeing you for the first time tonight. His next words came out ragged, barely a breath:

“I’m in love with you.”

Your heart stopped.

He stepped forward again, this time slow, deliberate, like he was scared he’d break something.

“I’ve been in love with you since we were sixteen. Since you showed up at my house with two Slurpees after my dog died and didn’t say anything, you just sat with me. Since you got into that fight with Alyssa in gym class because she called me a loser. Since we skated in the rain and you let me hold your hand like it didn’t mean anything when it meant everything to me.”

Your lips parted, but no sound came out.

Roman ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “I didn’t know how to deal with it. You were always just… there. In every part of my life. And then Hollis shows up, and suddenly you’re looking at him the way I’ve looked at you for years and it fucking killed me.”

You felt your whole chest tighten. Like your lungs forgot how to work.

“I didn’t push you away because I stopped caring,” he whispered. “I pushed you away because I was scared I cared too much.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you hated how much sense it made. Hated how part of you had waited, hoped to hear this.

But still, you said, “Then why now? Why only say this now, when someone else started paying attention to me?”

His eyes locked onto yours.

“Because now I know what it feels like to lose you. And I can’t do it again.”

You stared at him, your pulse pounding in your ears.

“Say something,” he whispered.

You didn’t know what to say.

So instead…

you took a step closer.

Your bare feet brushed against the carpet as you stepped closer, until there was barely any space between you. Roman’s breath caught but he didn’t move. He just looked at you like he was afraid you’d vanish if he blinked.

The room felt impossibly quiet. Too quiet for everything screaming inside your chest.

You raised your hand, slow and unsure, and touched the side of his face. His skin was warm. His jaw tensed under your fingers, but he didn’t pull away. He leaned into it.

“Say it again,” you whispered.

His voice cracked, barely a sound: “I’m in love with you.”

And then you kissed him.

You didn’t even think about it your body just moved. Like the years of silence, of almosts and maybes, had finally caught up to this one second. His lips met yours in a way that felt both brand-new and long overdue. Like coming home to something you never knew you left.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t perfect. It was desperate and messy and real.

His hands were in your hair. Yours were fisted in his hoodie. You stumbled back against the bed, laughing through the kiss when you nearly tripped, and he kissed you harder like he’d waited a lifetime to do it.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, foreheads pressed together, his eyes searched yours like he couldn’t believe this was real.

“You’re still annoying,” he murmured, lips brushing yours.

You smiled. “You’re still a jealous idiot.”

He grinned.

And you both knew, without saying a word…

Everything had just changed.

Forever.