Pairing : Allie Hayes x fem! reader Word Count : 1,6 K Warning : best friend to lovers, college Au , Jealousy, fluff , little agst.. Summary : When Allie suddenly gets jealous at a party and claims you as hers, you both start realizing your friendship might have never been just friendship after all.
The first time someone asked if you and Allie were dating, you laughed so hard you nearly spilled your coffee. The second time, you rolled your eyes. By the fiftieth time? You stopped knowing what to say.
Because maybe maybe there was a reason everyone at Briar looked at the two of you like that.
Maybe best friends weren’t supposed to sit with their thighs pressed together at parties.
Maybe best friends weren’t supposed to fall asleep tangled up in the same bed almost every night.
Maybe your heart wasn’t supposed to race every single time Allie smiled at you across a crowded room.
But none of that mattered.
Because Allie was your best friend.
And if you thought too hard about the way she looked in your hoodies or how soft her voice got when she was tired, you were pretty sure you’d lose your mind.
“Are you even listening to me?”
You blinked. Allie stood in front of your desk with her arms crossed, amusement dancing in her eyes.
“You’ve been staring at me for like five minutes.”
Heat rushed to your face instantly.
“Mhmm.” She grinned. “You totally were.”
You hated how pretty she looked when she teased you.
Messy blonde hair. Oversized Briar hockey sweatshirt. Tiny gold hoops in her ears. Completely unfair.
“You’re obsessed with me,” she added dramatically.
You snorted. “Please. Your ego is insane.”
“And yet you still love me.”
The words hit harder than they should have.
Your chest tightened before you forced yourself to laugh lightly.
Allie beamed before throwing herself onto your bed beside you. The mattress dipped under her weight, and suddenly her leg was pressed against yours, warm and familiar. Dangerous. You tried not to think about how easy it would be to lean over and kiss her. That thought had been happening more often lately. Way more often.
“You’re staying over tonight, right?” she asked absentmindedly while scrolling through her phone.
“Good. I hate sleeping alone.”
Your stomach flipped stupidly. God. This was becoming a problem.
Friday night parties at Briar were always chaos. Music shaking the walls. Hockey players yelling over each other. Too many people packed into one house. Normally, you and Allie stayed attached at the hip the entire night. But tonight she kept getting pulled away by different people, leaving you alone in the kitchen with a warm drink and a weird feeling in your chest.
You glanced up to find a guy smiling at you from across the counter. Cute. Tall. Probably athletic.
“I’m just waiting for my friend.”
His smile widened slightly. “Boyfriend?”
You opened your mouth to answer, but paused. Because somehow saying no felt strange.
“No,” you finally said. “Just my best friend.”
The guy hummed like he didn’t entirely believe you.
You introduced yourself politely, trying not to glance around the room searching for blonde hair and bright eyes.
Mason leaned against the counter casually. “So if your friend isn’t your boyfriend…”
Before he could finish, his hand landed lightly on your waist. And suddenly...
The voice cut through the noise sharply.Your breath caught instantly.
Allie stood a few feet away staring directly at Mason, her expression unreadable. No. Not unreadable. Jealous. The realization hit so hard it nearly knocked the air out of you.
Mason lifted his hands awkwardly. “Sorry, I didn’t know..”
“It’s fine,” Allie interrupted.
She walked forward before gently grabbing your wrist, pulling you toward her side without another word.
Your entire body short-circuited.
Because Allie was touching you differently tonight.
You could practically feel Dean staring from somewhere across the room losing his absolute mind.
“Al…” you whispered once Mason disappeared.
Something in her voice made you follow her instantly.
The bedroom upstairs was quiet compared to the chaos below. The second the door shut behind you, silence wrapped around both of you.
Allie finally let go of your hand. Neither of you spoke. You stared at each other across the room, tension so thick it almost hurt. Then finally.
“What was that downstairs?” you asked softly.
Allie looked away immediately. “Nothing.”
“You looked ready to kill him.”
The answer came too fast. Too honest. Your stomach twisted violently.
She started pacing suddenly, frustrated energy radiating off her.
“This.” She gestured between you both helplessly. “Whatever the hell this is lately.”
Your heartbeat started pounding harder.
Allie laughed quietly, but there was no humor in it.
“You seriously haven’t noticed?”
The room felt too small now.
Her eyes met yours again, and suddenly she looked terrified.
“I hated seeing him touch you.”
“I hated the way he looked at you.” Her voice cracked slightly. “And I know I shouldn’t care this much because you’re my best friend, but lately every time someone flirts with you I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
Every word wrapped tighter around your chest.
Because this couldn’t be happening.
“You’re my person,” Allie whispered. “And I don’t know when that stopped feeling platonic.”
Silence. Heavy. Crushing silence. You could hear your own heartbeat. Allie shook her head quickly, already stepping back.
“Forget it. Seriously. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
She moved toward the door.
Panic exploded inside you instantly.
You crossed the room before you could lose your nerve, fingers wrapping carefully around her wrist. The second she looked at you again, everything inside you shattered. Because she looked scared. Like she thought she’d ruined everything.
“You wanna know something really pathetic?” you whispered.
Allie swallowed hard. “What?”
“I think I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”
Her entire expression changed. Slowly. Carefully. Hope replacing fear.
You laughed nervously. “Allie, I literally compare everyone to you.”
“I try to flirt with other people and then they laugh wrong or say something dumb and suddenly I just…” You exhaled shakily. “I just wish I was with you instead.”
“All this time?” she asked quietly.
The word barely came out above a whisper. Allie looked completely wrecked by the confession.
“So we’re both idiots,” she murmured.
You laughed softly. “Seems like it.”
Then she stepped closer. Close enough that you could feel her breath. Close enough that your brain completely stopped functioning.
“Can I kiss you?” she asked carefully.
The question alone nearly killed you.
Allie kissed you like she was scared you’d disappear. Slow at first. Hesitant. Then suddenly her hand cupped your cheek, and everything changed. The kiss deepened, instantly warm and overwhelming and terrifying in the best possible way.
You grabbed the front of her sweatshirt without thinking, pulling her closer as months of hidden feelings finally crashed between you both. And somehow, kissing Allie felt exactly like coming home. When she pulled away, both of you were breathing hard.
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
You laughed shakily. “Yeah.”
Her forehead rested against yours.
“We really suck at being just friends.”
A soft laugh escaped you.
“Dean is never going to shut up about this.”
Allie groaned immediately. “He’s going to be unbearable.”
As if summoned by the universe itself, the bedroom door suddenly burst open.
Dean stood there holding two drinks.
He looked at your flushed faces.
At the way your hands were still tangled together.
Then his jaw dropped dramatically.
You immediately hid your face in Allie’s shoulder while she yelled, “Dean, get out!”
“I KNEW IT,” he screamed.
“You’re so annoying,” Allie groaned.
Dean pointed at both of you like a proud parent.
“This is my greatest accomplishment.”
“You literally had nothing to do with this.”
“I emotionally supported the process.”
You burst out laughing while Allie threw a pillow directly at his face. Dean dodged it easily before backing toward the hallway dramatically.
“Congratulations on finally realizing you’re in love with each other!”
The door slammed shut again.
Silence. Then you and Allie both dissolved into laughter. Real laughter this time. The kind that made your chest ache. When things finally quieted, Allie looked at you softly almost carefully.
Her fingers intertwined with yours. “Girlfriend?” Your heart melted instantly. You smiled so hard it hurt. “Yeah,” you whispered back. “I’d really like that.”
Allie kissed you again before smiling against your lips. And honestly? Maybe everyone at Briar had been right all along. Maybe you and Allie were never supposed to stay just best friends.
A/N : Here's my first fanfiction on off campus.. I just finished for the second time the tv-show and it is very good !!! I am preparing to write all the character with fem reader... I am going maybe writing love triangle, polyamorous...
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