Brokenhearted (Part 1) - Remington Leith
You had known Remington for longer than you could remember - you two could have been best friends since you were born for all you knew. You had seen him go through everything - riding his bike without training wheels, trying to give up his baby blanket, failing his first test, Kropp Circle, and even his fair share of heartbreak. The first person he would go to was you for everything. You had been a loyal friend, and he knew that he could trust you with anything.Ā
He had been dating Jessica, a girl that had been in your graduating class, and everyone could see that she wasnāt for him. Sebastian had tried to warn him about what he was getting himself into. Emerson had tried to talk to him. You just stayed out of his love life, seeing as it was none of your business. But he would always make it your business, telling you everything that happened and telling you when he had a breakup. A knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts. His face appeared behind the door, and he seemed pretty upset.
āHey, (Y/N), can I come in? I just really need to talk to someone.ā You sighed, letting him in. Something told you that this conversation was going to be about her.Ā You werenāt jealous, at least, you didnāt that you were. Sure, you liked Remington, but everyone did and you two had always been just friends.
āWhatās up, Rem?ā You then noticed that his eyes were red and puffy from crying, so you pulled him in for a hug.Ā āRemington, please tell me whatās wrong. I can tell youāve been crying.ā He released his grip around you, signaling that he was ready to talk.
āJessica broke up with me.ā Silence permeated the air. While this was a semi-regular conversation, this time felt different. You werenāt sure what it was that felt different, it just did.
āShe - uh - she got mad at me for spending so much time with you. I told her that you were my best friend, and have been since childhood, but she didnāt care. She told me to pick you or her, and I just couldnāt but she told me I had to. When I kept telling her no she said that if I wasnāt going to choose her then to just fuck off.ā You were about to pull him in for a hug when he got up and started pacing.
āWhy didnāt I just listen to Emerson and Sebastian? Why didnāt I? They saw this coming... Iām sure you did, too.ā You nodded, not wanting to interrupt his stream of consciousness.Ā āAnd I fell for everything that she said. Thinking back, she said some really shitty things that I just ignored. She said she hated that I wasnāt with her all the time. Said I should just go and fuck you anyways, since thatās what I really wanted to do. Told me she hated you and hated that I texted you, let alone hung out with you. Why didnāt I just take the damn blinders off of my eyes?ā
You were upset that she had said those things to him, especially since he most definitely did notĀ like you like that. He was just your best friend; she knew that and he knew that. Honestly, everyone knew that. He finally sat down, but his leg was shaking as he couldnāt sit still.
ā(Y/N), can I tell you something?ā You nodded, unsure of what it would be. He got up and began pacing again.Ā āIāve never told anyone this - wait, yes, Iāve told my mom. And Emerson and Sebastian have talked to me about it. But that doesnāt matter. (Y/N), I love you.ā
āI love you, too, Rem. I mean, you are my best friend, so obviously I do.ā
āNo. No, not like that. I loveĀ you.ā
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