#rjtwrites

“Beep! Beep! Beep!” Your alarm went off calling out into your darkened room, you reached over hit the snooze and grabbing at your phone that lay on your nightstand. Was it really already eight in the morning? Rolling back over you clutched your phone holding it close to your face, and hit the lock button. The screen was blindingly bright as you scrolled through a few notifications.

One missed call…

It was from Joe. The two of you had been friends for awhile, and recently while you were talking to his sister Zoe you had found out that Joe wanted to be more than friends, and if you were being honest with yourself, you did also. But, neither of you wanted to take the first leap. Last night Joe and some of his friends had went out for drinks, you however had stayed in due to the fact you had to work in the morning. The call was from two in the morning, It was probably just a drunken pocket dial, but you went to the voicemail he had left… just in case.

“(Y/N). You probably think I’m drunk.” His words were lazy and in the background you could hear Alfie cackling at full volume. “I’m not though… I- I- I’m not that drunk at least.” He stumbled over himself as he spoke, getting worked up when his words didn’t come out sounding sober. He sighed long and hard before speaking again, “I really just need to tell you a secret… its just well, I love you.”

The last three words hung there suspended in the air before the phone clicked off. He had spit them into your voicemail, a little slurred and sounding like the shots of whiskey he had downed for the courage. The first time Joe Sugg had ever told you he loved you… Staring down at your phone, you debated on what to do. Should you go see him? Or just ignore it? Had he meant it? He was drunk… Does he even remember?

Gathering all your courage and hoping he wouldn’t answer you called him back.

Hey its Joe! Leave me a message if you think you’re that important!  

Perfect, his voicemail… You took a deep breath and let the words tumble out of your mouth .

(Basically I just had this little day dream about how Ricky would say his first I love you to his girlfriend, and I thought I'd write about it.)

It was just Ricky and yourself in your apartment. The two of you were looking forward to celebrate your 6 month anniversary in sunny LA… But instead of the normal sunny and warm days you had become accustomed to, it was one of those gloomy, rainy afternoons where going outside just wasn't an option.

So, instead the two of you were trying to make being stuck inside more fun than it actually was. You had suggested a million things, but none of them had perked Ricky’s interest. He had shot down all your movies, and said he wasn't tired so a nap was out of the question. And slowly you were running out of ideas. “What about a dance party?” You asked him, glancing over to where he sat, phone in hand, on your floor. Ricky looked up at you, finally something he actually seemed interested in!

“Yes! I even have the perfect playlist!” He smiled, stood up, and walked over to your kitchen counter, probably searching for your speaker system. He found it quickly, and then Move by Little Mix was playing loudly through your apartment.

“C’mon! Lets dance!” Ricky said parading back into the room, stepping to the beat. He held his hand out to you, and as you took it he pulled you up. The two of you danced to song after song, your dance moves getting weirder and weirder as the time flew by.

And as the final bars of Try Hard by 5SOS blared through the house, Ricky looked at you and laughed. You looked at him confused by his sudden hysteria.

The door to your apartment abruptly flung open, hitting the wall behind it and creating a loud bang. Joe, your best friend, stomped in. His fists were balled, and you could see his teeth clench and unclench. “

“Where is he?” Joe asked, his voice dripping with rage, as he surveyed your apartments front room.

“G - gone.” You whispered, drawing your knees closer into your chest. Joe made eye contact with you, you watched his whole face soften. “He’s been gone since this morning. I thought I could calm down, but when I couldn’t I called you.”

“Oh (Y/N), don’t cry over that guy. He was bloody stupid to go after another girl. She could never ever be better than you.” Joe crossed the room, sitting next to you on the floor, wrapping his arms around you. Shaking your head you looked up at him, tears still rolling down your face.

“How can be so sure?” You asked him; cutting off his answer with another question, “Who would choose a daisy in a field of roses?”.

“(Y/N)... Why do you do that? Why do you put yourself down like that?” Joe asked you, trying to catch your eye.

“Because, Joe. Every night… I toss and turn every night, wondering… Just wondering… If someone is awake thinking of me too. And every time I can't think of anyone who would possibly be thinking of me.” You raged, standing up and walking to the window. The sunny day seemed to mock your less than sunny mood.

“I do.” Joe whispered, you could barely hear him. You turned around slowly, as Joe slowly stood up from the floor.

Joe stood in front of you, “I do. I have for a while, actually…” he laughed softly, “You are obviously way too good for that guy. If he really saw you for you, he would have never, never, never let you go.” Joe reached out putting a his hands on your waist.

You were in shock. Standing there staring at your best friend, had he really just…

“Please say something… (Y/N)” Joe pleaded, lifting your chin up, looking into your eyes.

You didn’t give me your name so I just used, (Y/N)

  “Do you need any help in there, babe?” You heard Jason yell from the living room; with Jason in the kitchen you knew you’d just get distracted and end up not making enough cookies.

“No, it’s alright!” You called back to him, humming along to the Pandora station playing through the speakers on the counter. Realizing he was sounding a bit dejected, you called out again, “Wait on second thought, come here!”

The scent of Jason’s cologne contrasted sharply with the cookies and vanilla smell you had been inhaling for the past twenty minutes. Putting his hands on your hips, he kissed you on the cheek and waited for his assignment. Grabbing the hand held electric mixer, you spun around. “Mix.” You command simply, stepping away from the bowl on the counter in front of you.

You were turned away when you felt a splat on your back and felt something hit your hair, and then Jason’s laughter filled the room.

“(Y/N)… Babe, I’m so sorry!” He sputtered out, spinning around you saw him doubled over mixer still in his hand. Reaching behind you, you grabbed the first thing you touched, walking over two him; Hand behind your back. “Here, come here.” Jason said straightening back up and reaching out to hug you. Just as his arms went around your waist, you dumped the cup of flour on his head.

“Now we’re even.” You said with a smile, kissing him on the lips.

“Wanna go get a shower?” He asked, grabbing your hand and trying to shake some of the flour out.

“Yeah, its in my hair.” You sighed, walking towards the bathroom, but then, something hit you hard in the shoulder… an egg.

“I can’t believe it!” You whispered, swinging your legs over the side of your bed, and stepping directly on something that wasn’t your floor.

“Ouch!” Your best friend, Finn yelped sitting up.

“Oh! Sorry Finny… I forgot you were sleeping there.” You said, sheepishly wrapping your blanket around your shoulders and walking to the window seat on his other side. “It’s raining, Finny. We were ‘gonna go take pictures at the park today!” You exclaimed, pouting.

“(Y/N) c’mon we’ll have plenty of fun inside.” Finn said, standing up to look out the window with you.

“We won’t. There’s nothing fun to do inside.” You stubbornly pouted, turning your head to look up at him.

“Is that a bet?” He asked, a cheeky smile taking over his face. You nodded, wondering what kind of plan he had. Your apartment was small just four rooms in a big square. When you looked over at Finn, he had all the blankets from your bed in his arms.

“What are yo-“ You started to question him, but he interrupted, “Stay here, and no peeking.”

Sighing, but agreeing you watched Finn run out to your living room, shutting the bedroom door behind him.

You and Finn had been best friends for nearly a year. He had nearly run you over on his penny board in the middle of an airport, and then you had found out you were both going on the same flight. You two had talked the entire twelve hours, and when you touched down in London… You grabbed his phone and saved your number in it.

After that day the two of you had become inseparable. His twin brother Jack liked to tease the two of you that you both we’re in a state of Skinny Love, when two people love each other but are too shy to admit it but they still show it.

“Come out, (Y/N)!” You heard Finn yell, throwing open your bedroom door.  In your living room Finn had set up two blanket forts on either side, staring in wonder your jaw dropped when a paper airplane hit you on the side of the head.

“HAPPY HUNGER GAMES. AND MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR” The inside of the plane read in Finn’s boyish scrawl, running to the fort closest to you, you ducked down to find paper planes and toy bow and arrow, and a marker.

Nearly two hours later, your stomach hurt from laughing and you had only one piece of paper left. A Paper Plane came flying through the open area of your fort, you saw a little bit of wirting, unfolding it you saw it read…

“(Y/N) Will you go out with me?”

Gasping softly you uncapped your marker, and wrote,

“I thought you’d never ask. I’d love too, Finny.”

The door slammed behind you, you had nothing but your keys, getting into your car you saw Dom hurry out after you. To enraged to care you revved the engine and peeled out of the driveway. Working hard to keep your watering eyes on the road, driving had always been a good way to clear your head and right now that was exactly what you needed. This was the first fight you had ever had with your best friend turned boyfriend, and to be honest you didn't even see it coming.

Sighing you pulled your car into a twenty-four hour diner, grateful you had some emergency cash stashed under your car seat. Once inside you sat down in a red booth, the brightly lit diner smelled delicious, but your emergency cash stash was running low. A short, squat woman with a curly mop of hair piled high in a bun came by for your order.

"Water and Toast." Your voice cracked, the waitress looked concerned, you realized your eyes were probably red and puffy from crying in the car.

"Not very hungry, love?" She asked, arching one eyebrow, then walked away leaving you to your own thoughts. Folding your arms on the table and laying your head down, you began reminiscing on the day you had met Dom.

Walking down the street you were in an intense game of "Jetpack Joyride" and you were doing well only glancing at the sidewalk as you walked, but then you tripped over a crack in the side walk slamming into a flower display.

"Are you okay?" A boy's voice called from across the street, before you had said a word he was next to you trying to help you up.

"I'm fine, Thanks." You muttered, trying to put the flowers back on the display. Kneeling down next to you he said, "My names Dom.". Embarrassed that anyone, much less this cute boy had seen you fall, you didn't know if you should answer him and prolong the embarrassment. "Juliet." You answered, turning to him. "Well, Juliet... You have flowers in your hair!" He laughed, reaching over to pull our a few smashed rose petals. 

For weeks all you could smell was his cologne and the flowers that had been smashed in your hair.

And now in the diner you could smell the same thing, roses and cologne. Looking up you saw Dom, holding a small bouquet of roses, He sat down across from you.

Love your name, by the way! This one gets a little steamy! Nothing over PG-13 though! 

You were beginning to think you had ever blanket in the house wrapped around you. It was a cold, dreary winter’s day, and the heat in your apartment was blowing full steam but you still couldn’t get warm enough. You stretched out reaching for your phone, you saw multiple missed calls from your boyfriend Dan.  “Shit.” You muttered, pulling the blankets off the bed with you, and waddling to the bathroom. “Shit.” You muttered again, taking in the sorry state of your hair and rumpled t-shirt that you had found on your floor after Dan had spent the night last week. Yanking your hair into a ponytail you decided the boy-short underwear, you had on and Dan’s t-shirt were good enough. Stumbling out into the kitchen, you nearly screamed as someone grabbed you from behind.

“Gotcha!” Dan whispered, in your ear. Turning around quickly you gave him a look that could freeze hell, he merely laughed kissing you on the lips and walking to the small breakfast nook. “Coffee?” You asked, as he handed you a cup of Starbucks. “I love you.” You said solemnly as you took a big gulp of the burning hot liquid. He nodded knowingly, and pulled you into your bed room.

“Dan. I just woke up.” You complained, nearly spilling your coffee on your floor. “I like how my shirt has been turned into a dress.” He answered, flopping down on your bed. Setting your coffee down on your night stand, you crawled in to your bed next to him. “You’re cute, you know that?” He asked you, as you took off your blanket cocoon and wrapped around the both of you. Rolling your eyes at him, you layed your head on his shoulder, “Did you roll your eyes at me? That’s it! I want my shirt back.” He announced, turning his body towards you. “Nope, you can’t have it. You’re gonna have to get it yourself.” You answered playfully, He widened his eyes.