thisis the best friend ever all the other friends can go home

02x11

this episode was absolutely amazing. yes, there were things that i didn’t like or that broke my heart but in the end, it was really, really good.
it was so intense, so much happened and i almost couldn’t breathe because i just really wanted to know what’s gonna happen next


- that malec casual kiss is my everything
it took them a while but they are finally so comfortable with each other. they are so in love and they want to be there for each other
i love absolutely everything about this and i hope we will get more casual moments like this

- how would shadowhunters survive without magnus’ knowledge? they can come to him with literally anything and he will have information about this
i love magnus bane with my whole heart

- magnus and alec on a mission together YES THANK YOU i’ve been waiting for this for such a long time POWER COUPLE AF

- magnus summoning azazel and then trying to contain him… he’s so powerful and i need to see more of this 

- from the moment harry got up from that floor, you could tell he wasn’t playing magnus anymore. every time i’m more and more impressed with his acting skills and every time i think that it would be impossible for him to get any better and yet he surprises me yet again
i hate this story so so much, magnus deserves only happiness and not to have his body stolen and be trapped inside of a homicidal maniac who hurt so many people. my heart is already broken and i’m not ready for the next episode
but at the same time i know that harry and alan are gonna slay us and it’ll be so painful to watch

- alec offering to magnus that he wants to come back HOME with him… i’m so emo about this
do you see my gay son wanting to be with his boyfriend so he can just make sure that everything is okay? he wants to make effort because magnus means so much to him
(and i wish it was real magnus, it could’ve been such a beautiful moment between them)

- parabatai training together and talking about their problems… i’ve been waiting for this for such a long time
alec was trying to make sure that jace was okay and that he didn’t blame himself for activating the sword. because alec knows all too well how it feels when there’s this guilt inside of you, even if you couldn’t do anything to stop this
alec wanted to let jace knows that he should talk about things. do you know how huge this is? alec was always the one who would bury all feelings deep inside. and now he’s trying to make sure his brother doesn’t make that mistake

- that conversation between alec and izzy was so beautiful. they love each other so much and alec just really wants to help both of his siblings. he wants them to be safe and happy
(yes, i’m emo about this) 

- jace cockblocking climon is my aesthetic 

- that almost jimon hug was the cutest thing ever. you know jace really wanted that hug 

- jace punching valentine, his abuser… i’m so proud of him. and valentine completely deserved it 

- jace crying and alec hugging him… that scene absolutely broke my heart. i wasn’t prepared for any of this
i’m really glad that they are showing that jace actually does have emotions and he feels very deeply. and now that he blames himself for all those deaths, he’s going to need support from his family and friends

- jace activating his runes without his stele SIGN! ME! UP! 

- nobody challenges luke! he is an amazing alpha and he really worries about his pack.
his heart must be so broken to see them lose their faith in him because he couldn’t stop the attack and couldn’t help them 

- luke making dad jokes is what i need more on the show 

- even though i despise izzy’s story with yin fen, emeraude is doing a really great job at selling it
i hate to see izzy like this because she doesn’t deserve this 

- and i hate even more what izzy was trying to do to raphael. trying to make him bite her, even though he didn’t want to. even trying to threaten him
this plot line is such a mess and it’s so harmful to both of them, i really need this to be over

- raphael trying to make things right with the help from magnus
this is why i started to love raphael. if he cares about someone, he would do anything for them. and when he knows he did something wrong, he wants to fix his mistakes

- i really liked the scene between raphael and simon. because raphael was really trying to get that info from simon but at the same time he stayed calm. raphael always tries to think something through before actually doing something 

- definitely way too much climon. i want to be happy for them but i really couldn’t care less?

- and i don’t really want clace drama back but ugh whatever

- but i’m really happy for simon because he’s finally getting his life together. he has a girlfriend, he’s going back to uni, he’s going to be in a band again. that’s everything he always wanted

- maia was so genuinly happy for simon and i just love her so much. she is such a loyal person and her friends mean everything to her
she also wanted to help luke as much as possible. maia is one of the best characters and we’re getting more and more of her which is the best decision the writers and showrunners could’ve made

- the actor playing azazel is doing such an amazing job. he’s actually scary and everything he does, he does it so effortlessly
because sometimes demons on different shows can look or behave more ridiculous than scary. but azazel is portrayed exactly how such a powerful demon, a prince of hell, should be portrayed

- that whole scene where azazel gets free and he’s able to make suffer all those shadowhunters AND a powerful warlock… and again, he’s doing it so effortlessly. he’s almost… bored. ‘you really thought you could do this to me?’
azazel is a great villain, i’m so so impressed (even though i hate him so much)

- i hate valentine with passion but that interrogation scene was just… wow. alan is such an amazing actor
and imogen being so calm, not showing any kind of emotion was just so intense

- of course sebastian is basically flying in his first scene, why not. and also fighting a greater demon because also why not (i wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one with a mortal cup and he was the one who summoned azazel)
i’m still not very excited about him but he does have potential for a great villain so i’m gonna wait

- sebastian helping izzy… he’s such a snake. on one hand, i’m so happy that izzy will be slowly getting better. but on the other hand i know he’s just doing it to gain her trust so he can use it later

- sebastian just casually burning his hand… yes, it’s absolutely normal. nothing to worry about…

- OLLIE HAS A GIRLFRIEND AND I AM BLESSED thank you

- and thinking that maia is luke’s girlfriend… come on lmao really? haha

- but why was she taking pics of maia? pls don’t be shady pls don’t be shady

“It meant nothing to you?”

Calum:

I was currently sitting at my desk in my bedroom, trying to get some of my chemistry homework done.

I sighed heavily out of frustration, slamming my pencil down on the desk and getting up from my chair to get a glass of water.

I lazily jogged down the stairs and into the kitchen, taking a glass from one of the cabinets and filling it with water.

Just as I was walking up the stairs and down the hallway, I heard the faint sound of my phone ringing from my room, where I left it on charge.

I rushed into my room, placing my glass on the desk and grabbing my phone, pulling the charger out. I looked down at my phone screen, seeing my best friend, Calum’s name across it. I answered the call, bringing the phone to my ear.

“Hey Cal,” I greeted him as I sat down in my chair.

“I can’t belive you,” he voice came through slightly muffled, due to my signal being shitty, like always. He sounded upset, almost mad.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice laced with confusion. “What exactly did I do?”

“Don’t,” he warned, his tone hard and cold.

“Don’t what?” I questioned, growing more and more confused.

“You know what you did,” he said, raising his voice.

“Calum, calm down,” I quietly said.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he spat.

“Okay, sorry,” I sighed. “Sorry.”

“So, Logan Cooper, huh?” His voice was filled with anger as he spoke.

A few weeks back, Logan Cooper, the star quarterback of the school’s football team asked me on a date to the amusement park. I happily agreed to go, not even giving it much thought.

Just as I had expected, I had a blast at the amusement park with Logan.

When I got home that night I couldn’t stop smiling. All I could think about was my amazing date with Logan.

Three dates later, Logan asked me to be his girlfriend. Of course I said yes, how couldn’t I? I’ve had a crush on this guy since, like, 6th grade.

When I agreed to be Logan’s girlfriend, I hadn’t even thought of Calum.

Or that intimate kiss we shared a while back.

“How did you find out we were dating?” I asked, my voice quiet. Calum and I didn’t go to the same school, so I was confused as to why he even knew about my relationship with Logan. I wasn’t trying to hide my relationship with Logan from Calum. Let’s just say… I intentionally kept the news from him. Can you blame me? Calum hates it when I interact with guys in any way. I don’t know why, he just does.

“Michael told me,” Calum said, as if it was obvious.

“Well, how does Michael know?” I questioned.

“He goes to your school, remember?” Calum said, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

“Oh, that’s right, he does,” I said, mostly to myself.

“You know, I should’ve known this would happen,” Calum said. He didn’t sound angry anymore, but he still sounded upset. He didn’t sound like the chirpy, happy Calum I was used to.

“So what I’m dating him?” I asked. “You know I’ve liked this guy for the longest time.”

“If you were planning on getting with him why did you fucking kiss me then?” He snapped. “Is this all a game to you? Leading me on, making me believe that we could be more than friends, then getting with another guy? A complete asshole, might I add.”

“He’s not an asshole, you don’t even know him,” I stated.

“I’ve heard things about him, Y/N,” Calum said. “And let me tell you, they weren’t good things. He isn’t who you think he is. It’s all just pretend. He’s an ass.”

“Why are you so upset about this?” I harshly asked.

“That kiss meant nothing to you?” He asked me, ignoring my question.

I stayed quiet, not entirely sure how to answer him, or if I should even answer him at all.

“That’s what I thought,” he muttered.

“Calum-”

Before I could say anything, he hung up. I called him back, but just as I predicted, he didn’t answer. I tried to call him a few more times, but without any success. He simply refused to answer my calls.

I opened my messages, tapping on Calum’s name. I started typing a message to him, stopping every few seconds to think about what to say. I was a loss for words.

After a few minutes, I was finally done.

Y/N: Answer your phone please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I really don’t want to lose you as my best friend. Please answer me, I can’t take this silent treatment anymore, I’m really sorry

I hit the ‘send’ button, locking my phone and setting it down on the desk.

I noticed the glass of water on my desk, still full as I haven’t even taken a sip of it.

I reached for the glass, bringing it to my mouth and taking a big gulp of water.

I almost spit the water all over my desk when I heard the familiar tune from my phone, signaling that I had a new text.

I practically slammed my glass on the desk, accidentally spilling some of the water onto my chemistry book, but I couldn’t care less at that moment.

I hurriedly reached for my phone, quickly unlocking it and going to my messages. A wave of sadness and disappointment washed over me as I read the text from Calum.

Leave me alone, I don’t ever want to see you or talk to you again, why don’t you go to your little fuckboy instead

I started furiously typing away at my phone, determined to win back my best friend.

Y/N: Please I’m so sorry

Y/N: Don’t do this

Y/N: We can fix this, please just don’t ignore me

Y/N: Calum

Y/N: I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Calum. I realise now how much I had hurt you. I’m truly sorry, I didn’t mean to

Y/N: I hope you can forgive me one day

I decided to give up and call it a night. I tossed my phone onto my desk and got up, walking over to my bed, dragging my feet.

I got under the covers, not even caring about the fact that I was still wearing my normal clothes. I just wanted to sleep and forget about everything that just happened.

‘Maybe if I wake up tomorrow morning, everything would be okay again I told myself, even though I knew it wouldn’t.


Ashton:

I walked through the school gates, sighing as I repositioned my bag on my shoulder.

I wasn’t really in the mood for today, but my mom refused to let me stay home.

I made my way through the hordes of people, pushing through the doors of the building and walking down the long corridor to my locker.

I was surprised when I didn’t find Ashton, my best friend, waiting for me at my locker like he usually is. He would text me to tell me if he was running late or wasn’t coming to school.

I fished for my phone in my bag, pulling it out and texting Ashton asking him where he was. He didn’t answer, and I was getting rather nervous. Where was he?

I spotted his group of friends a few feet away from me. I decided to go ask them where Ashton was. They would know what’s going on with Ashton, right?

“Hey guys,” I shyly said as I approached them. I’ve never really talked to his friends before, so this was kind of awkward.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up,” one of them greeted me with a smile. I knew his friends were Luke, Michael and Calum, but I didn’t know which was which.

“Uhm, have you guys heard anything from Ashton? I can’t seem to get a hold of him,” I explained.

“He texted me a few minutes ago,” the other one with the blonde hair spoke quietly.

“He did? What did he say?” I questioned. Why was Ashton texting his friends but not me?

“He said he’s not coming to school today,” the blonde boy told me.

“Oh, I wonder why,” I thought out loud.

“He told me he’s not feeling good,” the one with the red coloured hair said.

“Yeah, he said that to me as well,” the brown haired boy spoke up.

“Okay, thanks. Sorry for bothering you guys,” I chuckled. “I gotta get going, bye.”

Just as I said that, the bell rang. I sighed, wishing I could just go home and sleep. But I still had a whole 6 hours to get through in this hell hole people call school.

The day went by painfully slow, and all I could think of was why Ashton was ignoring me. I couldn’t help but get the feeling that he’s not really sick. I had to do something that caused Ashton to ignore me, but I simply couldn’t think of anything.

After what felt like forever, the bell rang, signaling the end of the last period. I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder, walking out of the classroom.

After a quick stop at my locker, I was out of the school and on my way to Ashton’s house. He only lived two blocks from the school, so I would be there in no time.

I knocked on the front door, waiting for someone to answer it.

“Hello, Y/N,” Ashton’s mom greeted me with a warm smile.

“Hi, Mrs Irwin,” I smiled.

“You’re probably looking for Ashton, he’s up in his room. Says he’s not feeling well,” she explained, holding the door wide open, gesturing for me to come in.

I stepped inside the cozy home, thanking Mrs Irwin for letting me in and following the familliar path to Ashton’s bedroom.

Up the stairs, down the hall, the second last room on the right.

I softly knocked on the door, getting no answer. I knocked on the door for a second time, a little harder.

Still no answer.

I knocked for a third time, finally getting a response from him. It wasn’t a good one, though.

“Go away, mom, I told you I’m not feeling good,” I heard his voice, muffled by the piece of wood that was separating us.

“Ashton, it’s me, Y/N,” I called.

“Go away,” he bluntly said.

“Ashton, come on,” I sighed.

No answer.

I decided to go in, whether he liked it or not.

I opened the door slowly, stepping in and closing it again.

“Hi,” I softly said.

“Hey,” he said, his voice emotionless. I couldn’t see his face as it was buried beneath all the pillows and sheets on his messy bed.

I walked over to his bed and sat down next to him awkwardly.

“What’s up with you?” I finally spoke.

“I’m not feeling good, that’s all. I’m still alive and breathing,” he mumbled. “There, now you know I’m fine, you can go now.”

“Geez, someone had a nice big bowl of bitch flakes this morning,” I sarcastically said.

“Ha ha, you’re so funny,” he fake laughed. He turned on his side, his back facing me. He pulled the covers further over his head.

“Ashton,” I warned.

“What?”

“Look at me,” I said sternly.

He flipped over, pulling the covers down and looking at me with absolutely no emotion on his face.

“Yes?” He asked, his voice sounding irritated. “Make this quick, I don’t feel very good and I want to sleep.”

I knew he wasn’t really sick. Something else was wrong, but I had absolutely no idea what, and Ashton wasn’t being very helpful either.

I let out a sigh, deciding to play his little game.

“Do I need to ask your mom for some medicine for you, or…” I trailed off.

“Medicine won’t help for a broken heart,” he muttered.

“What?” I questioned. I was confused, Ashton was confusing me.

“I should hate you,” he quietly said.

“Wha-why? I’m confused, Ashton,” I said, frowning.

“I went to the mall yesterday,” he said, looking at the ceiling. “I actually saw you.”

“Oh, you did?” I raised my eyebrows. I did go to the mall yesterday. I went with this guy that I’ve been talking to. He asked me if I wanted to go and I thought, why the hell not.

“Yeah, I did,” he laughed, but it was a fake, sarcastic kind of laugh.

“I didn’t see you, though,” I told him.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would,” he said. “You were, uh, busy.

“Busy?” I questioned.

“Yeah. You wouldn’t have seen me because you were too busy sucking faces with some guy,” he said, glaring at me.

“O-Oh, that,” I laughed nervously. “That was nothing.”

“Yeah, that’s what you probably thought about our kiss too, huh?” He harshly spoke. “Do you even remember that you kissed me a few weeks ago? Or did it mean nothing to you at all?”

“Ashton-”

“You know what? No,” he said. “No, just-just get out.”

“Don’t be like this,” I quietly spoke.

“I can’t believe I kissed you when I knew you would do this,” he spat.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“Get out,” he bluntly said, not even looking at me.

“Ash, don’t-”

“Don’t call me that, first of all, and second, get out,” he snapped.

“Just let me-”

“I said get out!” He shouted. “Go!”

I gave him one last look before turning around and rushing out, already feeling the tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

I hurriedly stumbled down the stairs and out of the front door, mumbling a quick goodbye to Ashton’s mom.

When I got home, I went straight up to my room, not even bothering to greet my mom. I slammed my door shut and went to my bed, falling down on it and burying my face on my pillows, letting it all out.


Michael:

It was a Saturday and I was home alone. I knew nobody would be home for another few hours, so I decided to have my new boyfriend come over. We’ve known each other for a while now, being partners in science and having done a project in english with him before. When he asked me to be his girlfriend a few days ago, I didn’t hesitate to say yes, because I’ve always had a little crush on him.

Now here we were, in my room, on my bed, full on making out, his hands roaming my body, my hands in his hair.

But, of course, we were interrupted by my bedroom door abruptly swinging open. I pushed him off me, fearing that it was one of my parents standing at the door, only to find it was my best friend, Michael.

A plastic grocery bag was dangling from his one hand, and he held something that looked like a DVD in the other.

I was relieved to see it was only Michael and not one of my parents, but also annoyed as he had interrupted my great make out session.

“Michael, what the fuck?” I questioned, my voice laced with annoyance.

He glared at the two of us for a few seconds before turning on his heels and storming out. I jumped up and followed him, stopping him at the stairs and pulling him into the guest room next to the staircase.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I whisper shouted.

“Oh, I’m so fucking sorry for trying to surprise you with some of your favourite snacks and that movie you’ve been wanting to see for the longest time,” he muttered.

“Thank you, that’s very nice if you, but your timing kinda sucks,” I sighed.
He just stared down at his feet, not bothering to say anything else.

“How did you even get in?” I asked, wondering how he got in. “Because the front door was locked, I made sure of it.”

“Your back door was unlocked,” he told me, looking up at me.

“Oh,” I nodded, not knowing what else to say.

“You’re unbelievable,” he suddenly said.

“Why am I unbelievable? You’re the one who came into my home uninvited and interrupted me and my boyfriend,” I harshly spoke, raising my voice.

“Oh, so that prick is your boyfriend now?” Michael scoffed, looking at the ceiling.

“Yeah, he is,” I shrugged.

He looked away from me, muttering something about having to go before he turned around and started walking away from me.

I grabbed him by his wrist, pulling him back towards me.

“What the fuck do you want?” He snapped, yanking his hand away.

“Why are you so upset about this?” I asked.

“Why am I upset?” He repeated. “ Let me tell you why. I’m upset because I have to watch the girl I love with some other asshole. That’s why.”

“W-What?” I stuttered.

“You think that kiss meant absolutely nothing to me? I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. But obviously it meant nothing to you,” he scoffs. “I can’t pretend that didn’t happen, Y/N, it happened, and ever since that night, I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

“Michael…”

“I know,” he sighed. “It meant nothing to you. I get it. I’m a fucking idiot for thinking I had a chance with you. You’re way out of my league, I should have known it wouldn’t happen.”

He shoved the grocery bag along with the DVD into my arms, looking down and sniffing once.

“Michael-”

“Just forget about it, Y/N. Actually, forget about this,” he says, gesturing between the two of us with his hand. “I’m done with you. Enjoy fucking your little boy toy.”

And with that he turns around and leaves.

“Michael, wait-”

He was already out of the room and down the stairs before I could say anything else.

I stood in the middle of the room, trying to process what just happened.

I decided to forget about it for now and go back to Steve, my boyfriend, who was still waiting in my bedroom.

I walked through the door, seeing Steve pulling his shoes on, already wearing his jacket which he had taken off when he entered my room earlier.

“Oh, you’re leaving?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I am. Look Y/N,” he said as he stood up from my bed and walked over to me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, looking down at me. “I don’t think we’re gonna work out.”

“What? Why?” I asked, feeling a pang of sadness in my heart.

“I just think it’s better if we break up, see other people,” he told me.

I slowly nodded, stepping away from him and walking over to my bed, sitting down.

“Okay, if that’s what you want,” I mumbled. “Just make sure to leave through the back door, the front door is locked.”

“Thanks,” he said. He walked out of my room, stopping at the doorway and turning around. “Bye Y/N.”

“Bye,” I croaked, not even looking up at him.

He left the room, and I listened as his footsteps echoed through the silent house. I heard the back door open, then close.


Luke:

I was currently sprawled across my bed in my room, my phone in my hand as I scrolled through my twitter feed.

My phone vibrated, indicating I had a new text message. It was Luke who had texted me.

Luke: Nice

Y/N: What?

Luke: I can’t believe you

Y/N: Why? What did I do?

Luke: Stop acting fucking clueless Y/N you know exactly what you did

Y/N: Is this about Mason

Luke: Nooo not at all

Luke: Of course it is

Y/N: Well what’s your problem? I don’t see what I did wrong

Luke: What’s my problem? My problem is that you lead me on then run off to some other asshole. That’s my problem Y/N

Y/N: Luke…

Luke: That kiss meant nothing to you?

Y/N: It was a mistake and you know it

Luke: Maybe it was a mistake, but it was the best mistake I’ve ever made in my whole life

Luke: But it meant nothing to you anyway so I don’t know why I even thought I might have a chance with you, I’m obviously not good enough, I’m just the stupid loser who fell in love with his best friend

Y/N: You’re not a stupid loser

Y/N: I care a lot about you luke

Luke: Thats such bullshit and you know it

Y/N: It’s not, I do care about you

Luke: Yeah?

Y/N: Yes…

Luke: You have a funny way of showing it

Y/N: I’m sorry

Luke: No

Luke: Don’t fucking talk to me ever again

Y/N: Luke don’t do this

Luke: Fuck you

Y/N: Luke, come on

Then he doesn’t reply again.

I tried calling him, but of course he didn’t answer. What was I expecting, anyway?

I sighed in frustration and dropped my phone next to me on the bed as I fell back on my bed, running my hands over my face.

“What have I done?” I mumbled to myself.

~

Part 2 coming sooooon ok bye