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Two Guys and a Girl 1999 promo. 🧡
4X07 DISCO NIGHTS
WHOSE YOU ARE. part two
short chapter but next chapter will be longer to make up for it.
word count: 581
i stare at sharon as we sit on the couch, realizing i need to tell someone or it's going to eat me up inside. "shar.." i start.
"yeah, what's up?" she replies calmly.
"i need to tell you something..” i pick at the skin around my thumb as i look to the ground.
"oh.." she turns all her attention to me in that moment. "i'm listening."
"i think.. no. i know.. i'm in love with- with pete.." i shift my gaze and scan her face to find any sort of sign of what she's thinking or feeling.
"oh.. berg," she pulls me in for a hug, i lets out a sigh of relief, finally getting it off my chest.
"you're not.. mad?" i pull away but she keeps her hands on my arms.
"no, berg.. why would i be mad?" she tilts her head slightly.
"because.. pete's a guy.. i'm a guy, i shouldn't even feel this way.." i swallow hard.
"hey, what? no.. berg, i'm not mad. you can't control the way you feel.." sharon rubs my upper arms.
"i just really needed to tell someone.. i don't think ive ever felt this way before," i sigh. “i mean yeah there have been girls i've dated and i did like them.. but, i don't know. with pete it's different.”
“it's okay, how long have you known?” she asks me, removing her hand from my shoulder.
i shrug, “i don't know, i think i always have been, but i didn't figure out what it really was until a few months ago.. but i’ve always known that i liked guys.. like i've never been in a serious relationship with one but in highschool there were a few guys i would fool around with..”
“yeah, yeah.. so- like are you gay? bi..?” she looks nervous, almost like she's scared to say the wrong thing.
“i guess i never really thought about it.. i've never really felt the need to put a label on it,”
“got it,” she says with an understanding nod. “i'm really happy for you.” she smiles.
“yeah?”
“yes, berg. i've never seen you as happy as you are when you’re with him.” she smiles.
i let out a sigh of relief, “thanks, shar..”
“have you thought about if youre going to tell him?” she asks.
i pick at my fingernails, “i mean.. the other day we were talking and i brought up how there was this guy that i liked.. but– i didn't tell him that you know.. it was him.” i let out a soft chuckle.
“oh? how’d he take it?” she furrows her brows together.
i smile, “not bad.. he was really supportive about it and didn't treat me like i was any different.”
“that’s good,” she smiles.
i sigh, shifting my gaze to the ground. “what am i supposed to do, sharon?” i ask, looking back up at her. “i mean– he doesn't feel the same, i know he doesn’t, but i don't want to lose him. he’s my best friend,” i run a hand through my hair.
she looks at me with raised eyebrows, “you don't know that..”
my eyes widen, “what? do you know something i don’t?” i turn my whole body towards her, bringing my right leg up and leaning it against the couch.
“no,” she says almost like a question. “but i’m just saying– you never know unless you tell him, berg.” she shoots me a sympathetic look.
“yeah.. i know,” i sigh.
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In this house we stan #36:
Ryan Reynolds
still. thinking about this.
best buddies
Day 6 - Drooling
so i started to watch “Two Guys, a Girl and a Pizza Place”
Berg (Ryan Reynolds) is my spirit animal now
btw it’s like i’m watching university AU with Wade Wilson (and i’m not complaining at all)
WHOSE YOU ARE. pete and berg
word count: 1.2k
first chapter, very nervvy. also every chapter is based on a song i think fits them. this one is based on whose you are by jake minch!!
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"i really want this to work.." i mumble, half-drunk in the apartment, looking over at pete, the sun setting through the windows making him look almost golden. i want to tell him how beautiful he looks in this light.
"hm..? who?" he turns and looks over at me, our knees are touching and it's sending tingles throughout my whole body.
"i've tried to tell you this so many times.." i lean my head back on the back of the couch and turn my head and look at him taking a breath.
"i'm sorry," he looks confused.
"no.. but you don't know what it's like, man.." our eyes meet.
his eyes crinkle as he smiles. "trust me, there's been a lot of girls that i've fallen for that didn't feel the same.."
"no.. pete," i look away and sit up, leaning my elbows on my knees, my head in my hands. "this is.. different," i can't seem to find the words to tell him. "it's not.. a girl." i run my hand through my hair and stand up. i don't want to see the look on his face.
"oh.. oh." i can feel his eyes on me as i go to the fridge to grab another beer.
"i'm really sorry, i know i should've told you earlier, but i just couldn't.." i finally turn around and look at him. i scan his face, searching for any emotion on his face. the cold beer in my hand is the only thing keeping me grounded at this point.
"who is it..?" he finally asks, a small smile on his face— relief flowing through my body.
"yeah, i'll tell you all about him when i'm dead." i chuckle and rub the back of my neck, looking down before meeting his eyes. it's taking almost everything in me not to tell him how i've been feeling about him for months. "you're not.. mad?"
"what? oh my god, berg. no, no, no.." pete automatically comes towards me, his hand reaching out for my upper arm. i want to pull away from him. to stop myself from falling further and further for him. but i can't, i melt into his touch and look at him. "who you are– who you're interested in.. it doesn't matter to me, berg.. you're still my best friend. unless you start hanging out with your new boyfriend more than me," he chuckles but i can tell he's a little serious.
"thanks, man.." i say, his hand lingering on my shoulder. "and i would never," i smile, diverting my gaze to the beer in my hand as his leaves my arm. the condensation already settling around my fingers as i pop the tab to the can. “you want another one?” i ask him, gesturing to the beer in my hand.
“yeah, sure.” he smiles softly and goes back to the couch. i open the fridge, my brain finally registering that i just came out to my best friend, i know i can never tell him that he's the one i was talking about, but at least he knows now. the feeling of the cold air from the fridge hitting my face grounding me yet again.
sharon bursts through the door making me jump and slam the door to the fridge before turning on my heel to look at her. “jesus, sharon. ever heard of knocking?” i walk over to the couch, tossing petes beer in the air. i can’t help but watch as his fingers wrap around the can when he catches it.
sharon stomps to the bathroom before quickly returning with a roll of toilet paper. “how many times do i have to tell you guys to buy your own toilet paper?” she scoffs. i watch as she leaves and i sit on the couch next to pete, my arm resting on the back of the couch behind his head.
pete glances over at me, “are you going to tell her?” he asks before taking a sip of his beer as if it were a casual thing.
“i don't know.. i mean if i ever get into a serious relationship with a guy– i guess i would have to. but right now i don't see the point.. you know?” i grab the remote, having to remove my arm from behind him.
“yeah, i guess you’re right,’ i feel his gaze on me, “but seriously.. do i get to know anything about him?” he asks, his gaze shifting as i lean back.
i flip through the channels, “not yet.. i mean i've known that i’ve liked guys since high school but its never been like this–”
he’s still looking at me, “yeah, i get that. just know that i’m here when you’re ready.” his tone makes me wish i could tell him all about how i’ve been falling in love with him since the day we met.
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we spend the rest of the night just watching tv and i end up with my arm fully around him. i swallow hard as he lays his head on my shoulder, i look down at him and watch as his chest rises and falls, i notice the soft snores escaping his mouth.
i glance over at the clock a little while later to check the time to see it’s 10:43 p.m. “pete..” i move my arm from around him and his head falls onto my chest before he leans back up disrupted by his change in position.
“oh, sorry,” he grumbles, rubbing sleep from his eyes and standing up. he looks down at me. “what time is it?” he yawns, grabs the empty beer cans from the coffee table, and walks over to the trash before tossing them in.
“10:45.” i say, glancing at the clock again.
“dont you have class in the morning?” he turns around and i find it impossible to look away from him as he runs his fingers through his hair. how he looks in our living room when it's completely dark and just the television is shining on him; his eyes seem to reflect the light just the right amount for me to get lost in them.
“oh– no, not until the afternoon,” i stumble over my words, and if he asks about it i'd just blame the alcohol, but he doesn't.
“alright, i got an early one tomorrow so i’ll try not to wake you,” pete says as i stand up to stretch and yawn, i go over to the kitchen to pour a glass of water and notice he still hasn't gone to his bedroom yet. i turn around and he pulls me into a hug “thank you for telling me,” i stand in shock for a second before wrapping my arms around him, letting myself have this moment, sinking into his touch.
“of course, man..” i say once he's pulled away from me, his hands still lingering on my shoulder. “you're my best friend.” i cringe at the words.
“g’night, berg..” he slaps my shoulder softly before pulling away and running his hand through his hair.
“night, pete.” i watch as he goes into his room and i turn to lean over the sink, letting out a breath.
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