james.
this is not fine. feeling his chest tighten, james gives his best friend a look, one he hoped would tell her to stop as right now he simply did not have the energy to say the word himself, or even consider it for that matter. he knows she knows him — knows him down to the core, why was stefani doing this? why was she provoking him? averting his eyes away from her, he mumbles two words under his breath.
❛ —— it is. ❜
she hates these moments when she and james fight. he’s her best friend, and he doesn’t want anything to happen to her just like she doesn’t want anything to happen to him. the look he gives her makes her want to stop, and to just let james do whatever he wants. but that wouldn’t make her a good friend, right? because she knows that if she doesn’t try, the feeling of regret would be at the pit of her stomach.··
❛ no, it’s not, james. IT’S NOT FINE. ❜
when did everything start to fall apart? that’s was a question that’s on stefani’s mind all the time. where did everything start to turn against them? both of her hands reach out to grab his, squeezing them tightly and giving him a pleading look.
❛ --- james please. ❜
