**This is the first fic I've written in a while, and the first I've posted on this site in even longer. I've been battling off writer's block for a few years now, so this is the first successful attempt I've had at writing in a while. I'm not expecting this to be my best work, and I know I can do better. So that said, thanks for any feedback. Constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated. Same old disclaimer: The only thing I own in this story is Mercedes. The rest, not mine.**
This story is somewhat inspired by the song by Queen.
Don't ever fall in love with your best friend. Ever. Don't believe the fairytales about him being the best for you because he knows you better than anyone else. Falling for my best friend was the biggest mistake I could ever have made. I gave so many years of my life to a one-sided relationship, and got very little in return. I had plenty of nights where I laid in bed awake, some nights I even cried myself to sleep, part out of worry, and part out of frustration. I knew we would never have a 'normal' relationship, even as friends, but silly me got carried away. I thought too much with my heart, not with my head, and it probably put me through more heartache than necessary.
But, the hell of it all is, I would do it all over again. He means more to me than anyone else ever could. I'd go through the gates of Hell and back for him (and with him, well, that almost ended up being literal), I'd give him anything he ever asked for, be anything he ever needed, and I wouldn't think twice. If it meant seeing him smile, and being lucky enough even for a hug and a thank you, I'd do it. He was…it. No one could ever compare. He was there for me when I needed someone. He made me laugh. He got it. And, I like to think I did the same for him. We were 2 of a kind.
Somewhere along the line, romance, hormones, and whatever else entered the picture. That's when it started to get complicated. Not bad…I mean…no one did anything wrong…just…it got weird. Just when you think you have someone figured out, things go turn themselves on end. Isn't that awesome?
No matter how complex things get, I can't ever bring myself to be angry at him, or hate him, or wish anything horrible on him (but even if I could, he wouldn't need it. Bad stuff seemed to find him eventually). I still loved him with everything I had. He was still the one person I could just look at, and everything would be ok. I couldn't stay mad at him, even if he was an annoying pain in the ass most of the time (I say that in the most loving way that can be said). I guess they're right when they say love conquers all.
So a high school diploma, college degree, teaching career and a few other surprises later here we are. I guess I realized a long time ago we weren't going to have anything 'normal' about our relationship…whatever the hell it ended up being. But I never saw this coming. I don't think anyone could. Anyone but him. Live his kind of life, and you would've seen it coming too. I know that now, too little too late. But I have my reasons for saying, don't fall in love with your best 't ever fall in love with your best friend. Ever. Don't believe the fairytales about him being the best for you because he knows you better than anyone else. Falling for my best friend was the biggest mistake I could ever have made. I gave so many years of my life to a one-sided relationship, and got very little in return. I had plenty of nights where I laid in bed awake, some nights I even cried myself to sleep, part out of worry, and part out of frustration. I knew we would never have a 'normal' relationship, even as friends, but silly me got carried away. I thought too much with my heart, not with my head, and it probably put me through more heartache than necessary.
But, the hell of it all is, I would do it all over again. He means more to me than anyone else ever could. I'd go through the gates of Hell and back for him (and with him, well, that almost ended up being literal), I'd give him anything he ever asked for, be anything he ever needed, and I wouldn't think twice. If it meant seeing him smile, and being lucky enough even for a hug and a thank you, I'd do it. He was…it. No one could ever compare. He was there for me when I needed someone. He made me laugh. He got it. And, I like to think I did the same for him. We were 2 of a kind.
Somewhere along the line, romance, hormones, and whatever else entered the picture. That's when it started to get complicated. Not bad…I mean…no one did anything wrong…just…it got weird. Just when you think you have someone figured out, things go turn themselves on end. Isn't that awesome?
No matter how complex things get, I can't ever bring myself to be angry at him, or hate him, or wish anything horrible on him (but even if I could, he wouldn't need it. Bad stuff seemed to find him eventually). I still loved him with everything I had. He was still the one person I could just look at, and everything would be ok. I couldn't stay mad at him, even if he was an annoying pain in the ass most of the time (I say that in the most loving way that can be said). I guess they're right when they say love conquers all.
So a high school diploma, college degree, teaching career and a few other surprises later here we are. I guess I realized a long time ago we weren't going to have anything 'normal' about our relationship…whatever the hell it ended up being. But I never saw this coming. I don't think anyone could. Anyone but him. Live his kind of life, and you would've seen it coming too. I know that now, too little too late. But I have my reasons for saying, don't fall in love with your best friend.