Behind Friendzones


Ever love someone who was your friend?

What does it feel?

What does it feel when you saw them holding hands with someone else?

What does it feel when you can't do anything but just stare and pretend to be happy for them?

What does it feel when you were just a secret keeper?

What does it feel when you can't help wishing that you were their special someone?

It hurts.

It hurts so much

You have no choice, you always whisper to yourself. Sometimes, you never know what you wanted until it was gone. Gone and wrapped up inside the arms of other lucky jerks that you've been keeping an eye on. Who knows what'll you do when you found out that they'll hurt them.

Friendzoned? It sucks how you were just a friend.

How they will just make a conversation whenever their loved ones weren't with them. How you felt like you were just their second option. It hurts to know how much hours of sleep you sacrificed just to wait for them to reply, but they never did.

In the halls, in the corridor, in the classroom... You pretend not to care at all, you pretend not to mind the scene infront of you that makes you want to puke in disgust. It was such a sweet thing to be disgusted about, but you really are affected by their passionate affections towards each other

You tried to take their eyes away and direct it towards you. Every single attempt to charm seems to lead you disappointed

You were too prideful to make the first move, you miss them so much but you always believe in the quote called "If they want to talk to you, they would" and you can't help but to feel disappointed in the end

Long time passed or that is, how you felt it was. They don't talk to you anymore, not even in texts or in dinner.

That it comes the time when you miss them talking to you. You wonder how on earth you would survive not talking to them. You miss how every single memorable moment you shared with them and now, you can't seem to have one.

You have a lovelife but why do you feel so alone?

Their kiss was too suffocating, you can't breathe when they kiss you. You can't even close your eyes because you don't want to imagine other faces. Other faces that was clearly, not the one who was kissing you.

Their hands suddenly, became too hot and itchy. You find yourself rearranging the position of your hand for every few seconds. And you admit yourself that it was such a bothersome when you find yourself thinking how soft the other person's hands were, that was clearly not the hand clasping on yours.

"I hate you Trixie"

"I hate you too Slimeball"

You said in disgust as you walk away from them. You tried to hide the tears that was attempting to roll out to your eyes, you didn't mean to feel something weird for someone, especially for someone who was your friend.

You didn't mean to love them, so you pretend that it wasn't love, let alone pretend that it was hate.

Since hate is so close to love after all.


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The "you" in this oneshot reflects both Trixie and Jerome :))

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