the art of moving on
Pairing: John Shelby x Reader
Summary: Being John Shelby's best friend fucking sucks, especially since you're in love with him.
Warnings: Cursing.
A/N: This is my first step into writing for the PB fandom. I have a few tiny drabbles planned out for John x Best friend!Reader. Hope you like it. ❤
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'These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb.' — Najwa Zebian
There were several things you disliked about John.
You disliked the way he talked with food in his mouth. Telling you stories about this and that, around bites of meat pies – tongue swirling and accent thickening, as you swatted him for having bad manners.
You disliked the way he threw himself into his brother’s battles. Always coming ‘round after, with split lips and cheeky grins – expecting, but more like demanding, you to play your part as his nurse.
You disliked how over the course of one teenage summer, he had grown up and grown out. Becoming more of a tease, more cocksure and cocky – teaching you how to touch yourself and him, but never broaching the subject of the electricity between the two of you.
You disliked a lot of things about John Shelby, but most of all, you disliked how much he made you fucking love him. You disliked it so much, you hid your feelings away in the deepest part of you – left it to fester, until you could explain it away as just being unable to adapt to change.
He was your best friend, the two of you had rolled in mud and muck since childhood, inseparable as time was to days. But he was different now, you weren’t the only woman he knew anymore and you may have disliked the fact that you loved him, but you hated the way he loved Martha.
