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Concept: Y/N and Dylan have been best friends for years, but Dylan has a girlfriend who is less than friendly and so incredibly annoying. Oh, and Y/N is secretly in love with Dylan.
“Hey, Y/N/N. How was your night?” I moaned groggily in response. I was fucking hungover. “I don’t know. I don’t care.” Tyler laughed as he handed me a coffee with extra sweetener, extra creamer, and lots of ice. Dexter was sitting at our dining room table with his head in the vomit bucket in his arms. “Nice to see Dex is worse than me.” Tyler laughed as we both watched
Dexter
give me the finger. I just shake my head at the boy and sat down next to him in front of the plate Tyler has made me. “You’re the absolute best mom ever, Ty.” Tyler smiles at me as he moves to sit down and eat as well.
About two waffles and three bites of eggs in, a loud knock erupted our peaceful silence in our house.
Dexter
groaned as loud as he could to let us all know how miserable he is. Thank God he did this. I mean how else would we know? I watched Ty walk over to the door and unlock it, revealing the handsome boxer and my blouse from the night before. My eyes widened. “Is Y/N ho-“ I jumped up and ran over to the door, “I got it!” Tyler wiggled his eyebrows at me teasingly, leaving me no choice but to tell the truth, “Relax, the only thing that happened last night was Dylan and I getting drunk.” Dylan’s face turned, a small frown replacing the smile that was once on his lips. God, those lips. “And me!”
Dexter
yelled, once again, not letting us forget how miserable he is. “I thought we did a little more than just get drunk.” Dylan spoke, ignoring
Dexter
entirely. I just looked at him in response, my eyes switched past his over and over as I tried to find something to say. “O'Brien, wanna come in?” Tyler spoke after moments of silence, clearly not recognizing something was happening. Dylan nodded his head shortly, not taking his eyes off of me. He was getting angry. “Here.” he spoke harshly, holding my shirt out for me to grab and waiting for me to take it. “Thank y-” He walked past me, brushing my arm slightly. I stood there in shock, just looking at the man who was now sitting next to
Dexter
across from my plate. I followed Tyler back over to the table. Tyler offered Dylan a plate hesitantly, “Sure. What do you have?” Tyler replied all the while building the plate and handing it to his friend, the one who was looking at me intensely. “
Dexter, you really should eat something.” I spoke out of the silence, nudging
Dexter’s foot with my own. He groaned in response before picking his head up slowly and beginning to shovel food in his mouth, bucket now in his lap.
“So, why were you in Dylan’s house, Y/N/N?” I looked down at my eggs and pushed them around the plate, avoiding
Dexter’s eyes. “You guys know how you get at parties. If I was going to be abandoned, it might as well be in a nice house.” Tyler and
Dexter
both chuckled lightly, Dylan stayed silent. “Except, you weren’t abandoned.” Dylan spoke harshly. “I was there, occupying my time with some ungrateful brat instead of finding a girl that is actually worth my time and efforts.” I dropped my fork on the table and scoffed at the man next to me. We both looked at each other angrily. “I have to go throw up.” I spoke, not losing eye contact with Dylan. Tyler sighed, “Y/N, you’re totally sober, there is no way you have to puke right now.” I shake my head, “I don’t have to puke because of the alcohol, I have to puke to get rid of the remnants of the asshole I kissed last night.” I stood up, not breaking eye contact with Dylan until I began to speak again, “Text me once he leaves.”
Tyler and
Dexter
looked at each with wide eyes as I walked down the hall into my bedroom. I swung the door shut loud enough that the door shook. I can feel the tension all the way in my room, but I choose to ignore it and get ready for the day instead. I throw on some makeup and new clothes and then fix up my hair. I take a second to decide what to do from there before texting another best friend and seeing what she was up to. I waited for her to come save me from my current hell. Once I heard her knock at the door, I rushed out of my room and grabbed my purse. I opened the door and gave her a hug, ready to step out onto the front porch. “I’ll be back later.” I smile lightly to my two friends who are still sitting with the boxer. They both smile and nod, “Be safe, Y/N/N!” I hear
Dexter
yell as I shut the door. I text him a quick “I love you” and make my way into Sarah’s car.
“So,” The gorgeous brunette says suddenly. “Are we gonna talk about that hottie in your dining room or what?” I turn to look at her with my head still planted on the seat, “Don’t you have a husband?” The woman nods her head, “Doesn’t mean I can’t question why a very attractive man is looking at you like- like he-” I cut her off, “Like he hates me!” Sarah takes her attention off the road for a second, “Babe, no. He’s looking at you like he wants you.” I furrow my brows and shake my head, turning my attention back to the road with Sarah. “You’re crazy, Sar.” She sighs, “You know I’m never wrong about these things, Y/N/N. He likes you.”
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