(A/N): Woah there, I guess I finally wrote something from Blainey-Bear's POV! Hope ya dig it! It's back from Season 2, right in the center of the SLS episode! Warnings for lots of unrequited luuuuuurve and ANGSTY RAGE! Same warning as before applies!
Disclaimer: Woah, I kinda forgot about this in the past couple fics! This is a blanket disclaimer! I DISCLAIM YOU! NO OWNERSHIP FOR YOU! GAH! GOYLE RULES!
I'm so confused. Can't you see that? You've been my friend, my close, close friend. And I've been yours. Maybe we moved to fast - as friends, that is. Only ever friends. I mean, I only ever heard about your problems at that moment. We talked far too much in the beginning, I suppose. Yes, we definitely jumped into our JUST friendship.
We talked for hours on end. Maybe not in person, maybe just through text, and occasionally on the phone, but was that supposed to mean nothing? I figured that, with the skyrocketing price of my cell phone bill, I'd at least have a relationship to show for it!
When you were suffering through everything with Karofsky, who was the first person you told? When you needed comfort, a shoulder to cry on, who was there, texting and talking with you at all hours of the day and night? When you refused to tell anyone else about what happened, who had to keep it all a secret for you?
Me. Me to all of those.
Despite my efforts at winning you over, at helping you through your hard times, you refuse to help me. I don't really like Jeremiah. I want to make you jealous. I'm trying so hard to get some response from you, to see if you like me as much as I like you.
But, of course you don't.
And even though you don't like me, would it hurt to try and help? I mean, what if I actually cared about him, and actually needed a friend (who will never want me in a romantic way) for advice? You just give me this 'look' whenever I desperately ask a question. It's like you think I'm stupid for needing your help.
And now you've stopped answering my texts, and it's breaking my heart.
Now that you're away from Karofsky, and Jeff and Nick are giving you 'The Eye' (which I fear you'll one day return), you don't need me. And you're assuming that means that I don't need you any more, either.
But I do need you. I need you so much. I put so much into helping you because I love you, and want you to be happy. But I was also hoping you'd realize how much I care, and help me in return. I guess not. But it's not really that much of a surprise.
I'm just a hobbit with Obsessive Compulsive singing, hair that just won't quit, and a zone in your head that is clearly labeled 'Friend'. And I'm too afraid to break that mold.