A/N: Not my gif so thank you to the original creator! This is just a little thing I whipped up, especially because I wish there was more Brett out there. Hope you enjoy!
“Brett will you just stop for one second and talk to me!” You insisted. For some reason your best friend has been ignoring you all week and won’t tell you what’s going on. You’re starting to get impatient with his attitude, so today you showed up at his house, unannounced, and have bombarding him with tons of questions.
But to no surprise, all he does is keeps ignoring you and shrugging it off. Sure he was stubborn, but you always thought you were the one person he could talk to.
“Dammit Brett, will you just stop already” your voice was the loudest he has ever heard, causing his eyes to instantly lock to your face. However, he wasn’t prepared to see you have tears flowing down your face as you stood there with your fists clenched.
“(Y/n)” he cooed. His breath was shaky and uncertain, almost as if he was carefully choosing each word in order to stop you from crying. “I’m sorry, I really am. But you need to believe me when I say it’s better for you if I’m not in your life. You’ll be happier and safer.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean” you snapped back. He goes to reach for you, but you instantly retreat. “How can you just throw away our friendship just like that. You can’t expect me to give up that easily, you know that right?”
“Trust me, I know. I just don’t want you getting hurt” he sighed. He felt defeated and you could tell that there was something to his story that he wasn’t telling you. He sits on the edge of his bed, with his hands roaming through his hair.
“What do you mean you don’t want me getting hurt. You’re my best friend, my rock. You are the one person who I trust with my life.” You say as you sit next to him on the bed. You grab his hand from out of his hair, and lace your tiny fingers with his much larger ones.
“That’s what makes you so vulnerable, and puts you in the most danger” he says softly.
“Danger? What do you mean danger? I thought you were talking about hurting my feelings” you pause “but that’s not what you meant isn’t it?”
“No. I mean of course I would never hurt you emotionally, but I mean hurt as in physically. Because of how close you are to me, you may become an easy target.”
“An easy target for what” you question. When he doesn’t answer you right away goosebumps begin to fill your arms. “Brett, please. You’re scaring me. Just tell me what’s going on.”
“I haven’t been completely honest with you over the years” he says as you give him a look of confusion. Before you could say another word, his eyes glow a bright amber color and you let out a light gasp. “(Y/n) I’m not exactly what you think I am. I’m not normal, and my lifestyle is dangerous and wouldn’t dare bring you into that.”
“Brett I’m already in it, and I’m not going anywhere, so just tell me what’s going on and let me help.”
“I’m a werewolf, okay? I know, I know. It sounds crazy but it’s how I was born.” Brett began rambling on and on about his other life that you knew nothing about. An hour passed and now you two were laying in his bed, each on your side so that you are facing one another. Brett talked all about his pack, his special abilities, and the supernatural. You laid there in awe, as you never believed such a world existed.
“Brett can I ask you something” you finally spoke up after listening to him talk for awhile.
“Sure, I’m now an open book, and I’m sure you have millions of questions” he says with a chuckle.
“Why were you so scared to tell me” you say softly. He reaches to tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear.
“Because you’re my best friend” he replies. A small sigh escapes your lips as you had hoped for a deeper answer. “And because if you ever got hurt I could never forgive myself.” He says as he sits himself up.
You copy him and look at his face which is covered with a worried expression.
“(Y/n), You know I love you” he says while taking your hands in his.
“Yeah I love you too, that’s why we are best friends” you say giving a soft smile.
“Yeah, of course. But I love you more than that.”
“Brett what are you talking about.”
“I’ve been in love with you. For awhile now actually. And I was so scared of telling you because if any of my enemies ever found out, you would be the first person they would go to hurt. That’s why I was just going to try and hold it all inside and just not talk to you anymore.” As he speaks you feel your heart sink deep into your chest, as you could never imagine a life without Brett in it. “What’s even worse is I’m so scared that you wont feel the same, and now I may have just lost you even more than if I were to just ignore you.”
A slow tear begins falling down Brett’s cheek and so you take your thumb to wipe it away. You keep your small hands on his cheeks as you go to turn his sulking face towards yours. You take a deep breath before you do something you’ve been longing to over the years.
You slowly inch your face closer to his, until your lips meet each other’s. Each of you move slowly, as if you want to make this moment last as long as possible. The kiss grew deeper and more passionate, as you situate yourself to where you are not straddling Brett.
“Does this mean you’ll go on a date with me” Brett says through kisses. A soft laugh escapes your mouth as you pull your face back to look him in the eyes.
“Of course you idiot. I love you too. I was just so scared to tell you in case you didn’t feel the same” you say. He plants a small peck on your nose, which causes your face to scrunch.
“I just don’t want you to get hurt.” His tone was serious again and full of fear. “We need to be careful, and if you ever feel like something is wrong, or sense even an ounce of danger, you need to tell me. I can’t lose you.”
“And you never will” you say as you place another kiss on the boy you love.