This took a different turn then I wanted it to. I'm hoping to weasel my way into the Tryan world. I've written oneshots before but I'm nowhere near the level of other authors on here.

So... it was supposed to end with them together. But... yea... this is what you get. Plot bunnies like to morph apparently...

He is my best friend. People aren't supposed to fall for their best friends... right?

So why is he next to me? Naked. In bed.

I've known him forever. Not many people really paid much attention to him. He was the quiet little drama kid, why pay attention to him? But I noticed him.

I noticed everything. The way his sky blue eyes would sparkle when he laughed. The way his hips moved when he was dancing. Eyes closed, mouth slightly open, too caught up in the music his body was moving to, to notice anything.

I even noticed when he got a new haircut. Since he always wore hats, no one really noticed. But I did.

I noticed how he was shy and reserved when his sister was around but was outgoing, funny and witty when she was gone.

And all of this, small things and big things, I noticed all of it.

So after all this it still leaves me baffled, how did I end up here?

Now that I think of it, I'm surprised this hasn't happened sooner.

Too many times I've had to admire him from afar, get away from him to keep myself from pinning him to his locker and ravaging his lips.

Too many times I've had to make up excuses to get out of long term, partner projects. If I was stuck in a room with him alone for only 5 minutes I'm sure my self-control would crumble.

Too many times I've had to want him and lust after him and love him, and never feel it returned.

So maybe... this is a good thing.

Maybe he wasn't just drunk and he really wanted me too.

Maybe.

The boy next to me moves stirs in the bed, rustling some sheets off my body. The chilled air hits my leg like pins and needles.

"What are you doing here?" He asks me. Slowly his body turns over and he winces in pain. I guess now he knows what I'm doing here. "No... wait. I remember."

"I'm sorry." I whisper into his ear and place a feather like kiss below his ear.

"What happened?"

"I'm sorry." I whisper again in a feeble attempt of saving our friendship. I never want to hurt him.

"What are you sorry about?"

"I need you." One more short wisp of air escapes my throat and the air catches in his.

"..."

"Ry?"

"Troy... whatever happened last night, it can't be anything... I can't love you the way you want me to."

The boy of my dreams gets up off my bed, picks up his clothes and leaves.

He was my best friend. People aren't supposed to fall in love with their best friends.

That took a different turn then I originally planned. I prefer making Troy the one longing after Ryan. I guess I just enjoy torturing Troy too much.