He smiles down at his phone as you tell him about your day, his attention clearly not focused on you. You stop talking and swipe your tongue across the bottom of your lip, watching him and waiting for him to realize that you’ve stopped speaking.
"You say something, Y/N?"
"Yeah, who ya texting?" You ask nicely and he slowly locks his phone and brushes his curls away from his eyes.
"Jasmine," he trails off and the pit of your stomach churns. "We’re just talking about the English paper," he lies through his teeth and you giggle.
"I don’t wanna be a bitch but this Jashton thing here has got to chill a bit."
"I don’t want to be a douche but you don’t tell me who I can and can’t talk to." He throws the lighter into your bubbling gasoline and you finally come out about what you knew.
"I don’t want to act stupid but I know what you and her did two months ago and you told me you two would stop talking but you didn’t. You lied to me. If you still want her then don’t make me look stupid…"
You watch him look through a photo album, eyes hooded and red due to all of his crying. You sit beside him and silently watch, mouth shut to let him mourn. You wanted to be his so bad and you knew she wasn’t the nicest girl to be with before the fact. But there were nice things about her…sometimes.
"I love you, Cal," you whisper and he looks over at you with a weak smile.
"I love you too, Y/N," you lean and hug him tightly.
"I’ll always be here for you. And I know so much was and is lost and will never come back but I’m…I’m not going away."
"I know you aren’t," he pulls out of the embrace and sets his hand on your cheek, the feeling giving you goosebumps. "That’s why," you grab at his wrist gently. "You’re my best friend." And your head falls in disappointment.
You sit on the couch, watching TV and listening to Luke sing while he was in the shower. Your phone vibrates with a phone call and you pop a headphone in your ear, the one with the microphone.
"Hey, Y/BFF/N, what’s up?"
"Dump that piece of shit right now," she says through grit teeth and you look up the stairs before replying to her.
"I….don’t get on twitter," she sighs. "I’ll just tell you what happened. Luke’s ex…Vivi…she posted some-"
"What’s going on babe?" Luke asks as he approaches you with nothing but a towel on his waist. Your best friend knows you’ll change but she tells you anyway.
"They were exchanging nudes and she posted them Y/N," you furrow your eyebrows. "He’s a piece of shit! Don’t believe anything he says. See it for yourself, bye." She hangs up and you gulp, waiting for Luke to speak.
"I’m not saying I don’t want you to talk to her," you murmur as you sit beside your boyfriend, fiddling with your fingers nervously. "Geordie is just…I just…feel like she’s stealing you back and I’m losing you."
"She’s my best friend," he tells you for the hundredth time, eyes focused on the TV ahead of him.
"Yeah but going to the movies with her and hanging at the park and eating dinner and…leaving me," your voice cracks. "I just feel like maybe you still have feelings for her? And maybe I shouldn’t be in the spot I am because I feel like I’m not doing my job."
"Maybe you’re not," he says harshly.
Pt 2? Or if you didnt like it thats ok haha by e