You had just spent the day out shopping with one of your friends you haven’t seen in a while, and while it was great to catch up, you’re looking forward to relaxing when you get home.
Except when you step through the front door, you know there’s no relaxing happening any time soon. You hear shouts coming from your living room, and you sigh. You hate when your mom lets your friends into the house when you’re not there. It’s awkward.
You set down your bags at the foot of the stairs and head into the kitchen where you figure your mom is, and you were right. She’s sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, reading the newspaper.
“Mom!” you say. She glances up at you. “I told you to stop letting them in when I’m out! It’s weird.”
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” she says. She has this sly look on her face, and it’s creeping you out. “They wanted to ask my opinion on something.”
“Wait, who’s ‘they?’” You never thought to ask which of your friends are actually here.
“Luke and Michael.”
“Why did they need your opinion on something? They can ask their own parents.” You cross your arms.
“It was about you.”
“Me?” There’s more shouting. “Honestly, what the hell is going on in there?”
“Maybe you should go find that out.” She looks back down at the paper. You roll your eyes.
When you enter the living room, it’s totally not what you were expecting. It’s like a screaming match in there, and they don’t even notice you. Amused, you quietly sit down on the couch and take in the scene that is in front of you.
“What makes you think you can have her?!” Luke yells at Michael.
“Um, we were friends first!” Michael shouts.
“But when have you started liking her as in ‘more than friends?’”
“A couple years ago, maybe.”
“Well, I’ve had a crush on her since primary school.” He smirks to himself and you stifle your laughter. “So I win. I get to ask her out.”
“Woah, woah, woah,” Michael says. “But who’s closer to her?” Luke is silent. “That’s right. Me.”
“Guys,” you say, not being able to control your laughter anymore. The look on their faces when they see you is priceless. “No need to fight over me.” You stand up. “Unless I’m worth fighting for…”
“Trust me, you’re worth it,” Luke says. You blush.
“Quit being such a kiss-up,” Michael says, rolling his eyes.
“How about we talk about this?” you suggest before the yelling starts up again. You prefer to be civil about things like this.
“I don’t think there’s anything to talk about,” Michael says. “You heard it all.”
“I know, but–”
“Do you like either of us?” Luke interrupts. “You know, in that way?”
“Um…” You think about it. They’re two of your best friends. You’ve never given a thought about being romantically involved with either of them. And you don’t really want that to ruin any of your friendships if things don’t work out. “I mean, you guys are great, but I like you in a platonic way.” You feel so bad, especially for Luke since you heard him say he’s liked you since you guys were little.
“Yeah, yeah, I thought so,” Michael says. The disappointment is prominent on his face.
“Yeah, same,” Luke says.
“I’m sorry,” you squeak out.
“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Michael says. “We’re all friends here, right?”