#quinnypixie

You and Joe had been attached at the hip practically since you two were born. Your parents were friends, which resulted in you two basically being forced to be the same.

Growing up, you did everything together. Went on trips together, went to parties together, hell you even would do double dates together. An excessive amount. It’s probably why neither of you could keep a relationship for more than a few months. Always something about how your partners thought you had feelings for each other. You always brushed it off, saying they didn’t understand your relationship. But with time, they proved to be right.

It was a drunken night out. Your parents anniversary party. You and Joe had a little too much to drink, ended up going home with each other, and fucked in every room until neither of you could stand straight anymore.

You both thought it was a regretful decision. But for some reason, you kept doing it. Every weekend without fail to be exact. The same thing, go out, get a bit tipsy, come home, and let your sexual frustrations out on each other.

You thought it was only physical. Which was fine at first. You weren’t getting laid anywhere else, so why not do it with someone you felt the most comfortable and safe with?

But, it’s easy to get attached when you have the same man thrusting inside of you and telling you how beautiful you are every week.

You’d been avoiding Joe for weeks now. Trying to process your feelings for him. Wondering if maybe it’s just the hormones talking, or if you really do love him.

Of course you love him. But only as a friend, right? Right…?

As the weeks go by, your phone becomes flooded with more messages everyday from Joe. You always gave him some lame excuse of you being tired, or not feeling well. And when he offered to come over for support, you ghosted him.

You never had a problem that he couldn’t solve, or that you didn’t need his assistance for. He knew something was up, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. That’s probably why he was pounding on your door at 9 pm.

“Jesus i’m coming!” You yell from inside the house. You huff a sigh before opening the door, being met with a very worried looking Joe. “Joseph.”

“Y/N.” He responds, pushing his way past you and into the living room. You groan, closing the door behind him. “So… wanna tell me what’s wrong? Or do I have to guess?” He sits on the arm of the couch, arms crossed as he awaits your answer.

“Nothing is wrong, Joe. Just haven’t been feeling great.” You take a seat on the couch, hoping if you fake sick he’ll leave you alone.

“You don’t look sick.” He sits next to you, examining your face. “Are you running a fever?” He places the back of his hand on your forehead. “No…”

“Joe stop!” You spit. He stops in his tracks, placing his hand back in his lap. “God I- I just…” You trail off, not able to complete your sentence.

“Well spit it out, won’t you?” He lightly chuckles.

“I need to know what this is. What we are.” He sucks in a breath, averting his eyes from yours. “Are we just friends who fuck or are we more? I need to know because if i’m honest, i’m catching feelings. But you probably don’t feel the same way and i’m just embarrassed by the whole thi-“

He cuts you off by smashing his lips against yours. You fall back slightly, before bringing your hand to his neck and sinking into it.

“Babe… I think we passed just friends 20 fucks ago.” You let out a sigh of relief, laughing at the way he was always able to find humor in the most vulnerable moments.

“Oh thank god. You have no idea how scared I was to talk about this.” You smile.

“I could tell. If you weren’t running a fever before you might be now.” He giggles, dramatically touching your face to check.

“Well i’m feeling a bit better now…” You smirk.

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