Summary: Shawn and Y/N have always been best friends, secretly in love with each other and terrified of saying the words out loud. When life pulls them apart, they struggle to find their way back to each other. In spite of everything, their feelings never went away. Can they have their happily ever after?
Warnings: mentions of sex and slightest bit of smut, fluff, angst, mentions of alcohol and death, swearing
a/n: Based on Love, Rosie
Take a deep breath. Tell them how we first met.
I still remember that day, sitting on a bench with my doll when a couple of boys started to run around the park, throwing sand at a third boy who doesn’t retaliate. He holds his knees close to his chest and take what they give him. There’s no fight, nor a plea for help, making me mad.
“Hey! Get lost!” I throw sand their way, narrowing my eyes to form a menacing look. They look at me dumbfounded, almost as if they’re confused why I’m defending this boy. I growl at them for good measure and they scurry off.
Sitting on my knees in front of the boy, I use my hand to brush the sand out of his brown locks, unsure if he’d appreciate my help at all.
He raises his head slowly, his brown eyes focusing on me in wonder. I hope I don’t scare him.
“Hi.” The boy says softly and I smile widely.
“HI!” Aware my tone is betraying my excitement about meeting someone new, I lick my lips and calm down. Enthusiastic. I’m too enthusiastic.
“I’m Y/N. What’s your name?” The boy looks at me in thought as if he’s trying to figure out whether to trust me or not. The silence dwells, enough for me to take three breaths of uncertainty. But then he smiles back at me and speaks again.
Tell them that ever since then, we’ve shared our dreams.
We played with his little sister, using her dolls as our own. She’s too little to know any better and I want to play and Shawn is kind enough to play with me. I don’t have any friends other than him anyway. Not that I mind. Shawn’s enough for me.
“I had a dream I played the guitar. It’s so weird.” Shawn admits and I frown, tilting my head to his side until I could have a proper look instead of a glance.
“Why would that be weird?” I question, ignoring the dolls and focusing my attention toward Shawn.
“Because I didn’t play it with my hand…I was the guitar pick.” He bites his lower lip nervously, attempting to hide how insane he feels and I smile, taking his hand in mine.
“A wooden guitar pick or metal one?”
Shawn always had the weirdest dreams anyone could have. I never discouraged them. In fact, I loved that he told me about them. I loved that he shared every part of his soul with me so honestly and with no hesitation. And I always kept his dreams a secret, safe inside my mind as a collection he could later use should he find it necessary.
Tell them how this is…how this must be…one of the happiest days of my life.
Lie…Lie through your teeth and make sure there’s a smile on your face.
So, I smile. I push my lips up and widen them enough for my teeth to be shown, hoping I look genuine and not at the brink of tears as I feel. Standing up, I look around the room, avoiding to meet his gaze. I can sense his eyes on me as a lover’s touch, caressing and pushing me away at the same time.
I feel you. I always have.
“For those I haven’t had a proper chance to talk to, I am Y/N. And this has got to be one of the happiest days of my life.” I raise the glass of champagne and finally dare to look at the couple, boring my eyes into the only half of that couple I care for.
Perhaps it’s better I start with the story of how I absolutely fell in love with my best friend and stupidly allowed him to walk out of my life?
