Secret Buddis


Like always when you have lovesickness you grabbed every eatable thing you owned and turned on your TV.


You quickly go to Netflix and played the first horror movie you could find.


That kind of was you ritual.


Some people might think that this was strange, but horror movies are like the only movies without any deep romantic story.


And if even there is one, someone of those tow lovebirds is going to die anyways so... this is going to be fun.


You were about to open the third ice-cream cup when the movie ended.


"What should I watch now?" You thought to yourself.


After a bit of thinking you choose to watch saw 3.


Halfway into the movie you felled asleep.


You woke up like 4 hours later.


The now playing movie was dirty dancing...well that explained the weird dream you just had.


Even though you just eat so much food you were still kind of hungry.


You looked at the clock, it was 10 p.m.


Before you left you just quickly put on some make up to cover you red eyes.


To your luck you lived right next to a McDonalds.


You ordert a bunch of food and sat down in the children play area to enjoy your happy meal.


Well or you could say you four happy meals.


Because you H/C hair started annoying you, you just put it into a messy bun.


You started playing with your little apple slices as you heard a familiar voice. "Y/N what are you doing here?"


"Playing with my apple slices." You said very obvious, and for the first time today you started to smile.


"Hey Brennen." You greeted your friend.


"Hey N/N. How is everything going?" He ask you.


You didn't know what to answer him, because you kind of wanted to talk to someone about the whole Elton thing.


He looked at you a bit confused at you. "Have you been crying?"


"What? How did he know? I thought I covered it all up?"


"Ahhh no..."You tried to lie but terribly failed.


"Don't lie to me. What is wrong? Do you have trouble with a boy" And that particular question send back up all the emotions you tried to lock up deep down in your soul.


You started crying again and just nodded.


"Hey Y/N don't cry." He pulled you into a big hug.


You instantly snuggled into his sweater.


After you cold down you started explaining to him. "You know when I told you about the guy I liked."


"Yes, you told me that you wanted to tell him but you were scared that it could change anything between you tow."


"Well...the guy is Elton." You wiped your tears from your cheek. "I'm hopelessly in love with Elton and when I finally found the courage to tell him, he introduced me to his new girlfriend."


At firs Brennen looked kind of shocked...but then his look turned into understanding?


"I know how you are Feeling. And I know how much it sucks."


Y/N looked at him. "You do?"


He just nodded.


"I think I can tell you a secret I've been holding in for so long." Brennen takes a deep breath. "I'm Gay... and I have feelings for Colby."


You were really happy that he trusted you enough to tell you this. "Oh my God...my Brolby heart is so happy."


"Dose Colby know?" You ask him curious.


He shook's his head. "No, he doesn't. And I hope I can trust you that you won't tell anyone."


You didn't even had to think twice. "No of course not. So I guess we are Secret Buddies now?"


Brennen smiles at you. "Secret Buddies it is then."


You didn't know why, but you just wanted to hug him, so you did.


"It feels really good to talk to someone about all of this stuff." You realized


"Yea you right." Brennen said while he stole some of you fries and began eating them.


"Hey...Not cool dude." You tried getting them back.


"I thought we were secret buddies?" Brennen just said.


"Well yes we are. We share secrets about guys not my fries." You started to sound like a little kid.


Then Brennen and you just began laughing.


And it wasn't a fake one, it was a real laugh.


In that moment you thought to yourself that maybe you'll get over that Elton thing.


Maybe you find a person that will love you no matter what.


Or maybe you will die single with 99 cats in a little apartment. 

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