AN: Hey there, welcome to my first ever fanfiction on this site and in this fandom! Um, I hope you enjoy it, and please excuse any mistakes, I'm still looking for a beta. Reviews would be greatly appreciated. K+ for slight swearing.
Pairings: Technically, it's a Spitfire pairing, but the whole thing is about Robin and his feelings so I guess it's a Birdflash too.
Disclaimer: I, sadly, don't own Young Justice or any of these characters, if I did, the show would still be running.
Green-eyed. I'm green-eyed. But no, not green-eyed, like I have shimmering emeralds for eyes. No, that was him. I'm green-eyed, jealous. That feeling that twists your stomach into knots and makes your heart ache more with each passing moment.
The kind that makes you want to scream and stomp your feet when he looks at her that way. The kind that makes you want to rip your hair out when he kisses her lightly on the lips. The kind that makes you want to die when he whispers to her, "I love you," so quietly you strain to hear it.
And him, the boy with the green eyes, splash of freckles, and blaze of red hair, he did this. He's the reason that this simple friendship was twisted into a web of lies and panging jealousy. The reason that I am ripping myself apart day-by-day, and the why I'm being tortured by the sight of the blissful two.
To tell the truth, none of this is his fault. I know that. It's my own damn fault for falling in love with my own best friend. I mean, really? How could I be so stupid? Your best friend should be someone you trust beyond all others, someone you understand, and most of all, someone who loves you unconditionally.
But this, this was different than that kind of love. This sort of love shouldn't happen. It only complicated things; only made things worse.
How could I be so stupid?
Now, it hurts every time I see them. And I want to hate her, for stealing him away. But I can't hate her. He was never mine in the first place.
Now I sit alone, green with jealousy and bruised by love. I'm forced to plaster on a smile, and joke with the others, pretending nothing is wrong. And when he walks up behind me, placing his hand on my shoulder, catching me off guard, he'll ask me if I'm alright.
"Yeah," I'll say, laughing weakly, "Totally feeling the 'aster."
We'll both smile a little at my botched English, even though we both know I'm lieing. Sometimes, he suprises me by how insightful he can be. Most people don't look past his goofy, flirty exterior, but I do. Maybe that's something Artemis and I have in common.
I'm pretty sure he knows I'm in love with him. Hell, occasionally I convince myself he feels the same way. I don't dare ask, though. I feel like that would be betraying his trust. I can't do that to him.
Maybe one day, he'll find feelings for me. Until then, I'll stay as his best friend and protect him from hurt. I'll comfort his heart and ease his mind. I will push away my jealousy, for him. Even if I can't be with him, I'll always stand by him. Because that's what best friends do.
AN: Once again, thank you very much for reading and I hope you enjoyed. It isn't anywhere near my best, but the idea popped in my head and I decided to write it. More one-shots and maybe even some chapter stories will be on their way soon!
R&R,
BassGirl