A/N: probably the most emo thing I've ever written. One shot, meant to be stanxkyle (style?!)
Disclaimer: don't own, and after some of the more recent episodes, um…
There was never any doubt in my mind that we'd always be friends. We were always fighting these days, always something new to argue about. It didn't matter, I knew from the moment I met him that we'd always be stuck together. There was never any doubt.
Then there was Wendy, who was sort of like doubt. His Dream Girl, the one girl who had the power to make him so fucking miserable he could hang himself, shoot himself, cut himself, and throw himself off a fucking cliff.
He always came to me, when he was sad. Never had much to say, always had something to say about the damn weather, or some stupid sports show that I didn't watch. His look would turn accusing then, angry that we didn't have anything in common anymore, angry that I didn't have anything in common with him anymore. Everyday and everything and everyone was a reminder of how different we were.
I knew what he wanted, he wanted me to save him. To save us. He wanted me to read his mind, to understand him, to be so at one with him that we wouldn't ever be able to let go.
Even from the beginning, I knew everything. I knew he loved me, in a way that wasn't just friendship. I was the only one to be close enough to see it. In a way, I knew too much about him. His favorite color to what he did right before he fell asleep. The way he brushed his teeth, and the way he would eventually deny me. I knew.
I told him one day that I loved him. Romantically, unconditionally. In that once in a lifetime, true love, love of my life sort of way. I knew he'd reject me, but I just wanted him to know. Know that I was there for him, should he ever change his mind. He didn't.
He never stopped trying to hurt me, in that special way lovers hurt each other when they're scared of what the world might think. I knew what was going through his mind, how afraid he was of what everyone might think, because he didn't want to risk our friendship, because he didn't want to be hurt. He never took a risk unless he was sure of the outcome, so, I waited.
I waited and did my best to show him, to show him that I was safe. That I wouldn't ever hurt him.
It never really mattered how much I waited, because in the end, the only thing that mattered was our differences, our similarities didn't even matter. I didn't fit into his idea of a perfect life, and I didn't want to.
I still love him, in that secret way lovers love each other when they're only friends. But in real life, nothing like love ever really matters.