Not So Nice Guy

by R.S. Grey

oh god

-He once told me he’s never imagined himself with a redhead because his mom has reddish hair. HELLO, MOST GUYS HAVE MOMMY ISSUES! LET ME BE YOUR MOMMY ISSUE!

Ian and I became friends three and a half years ago, close to 1300 days if some loser out there was keeping count.

For 1300 days, I’ve been best friends with Ian Fletcher, and for 1300 days, I’ve convinced myself I’m not in love with him. I just really, really like pennies.

Sam and I have been friends for a while now—so long, in fact, that I know she isn’t into me.

UGHHHHH MISCOMMUNICATION

He nods, taking in my information with a big smile. This guy really thinks he’s going to get Sam—my Sam.

AHHHHH

I’d completely forgotten about the dance, to be honest. Back when I signed us up, it was my way of ensuring I’d spend Valentine’s Day with Sam even if I wasn’t technically with her. Pathetic, I know.

I’m a guy who’s in love with his best friend, a woman who seems to eat her cake but also keep it in a hermetically sealed cryopreservation tank for all eternity.

“Everyone at school wants you,” she whispers, eyes wide. “You’re mine and you don’t even know it. I’ve never told you.”

“Why do you think I ordered those rings, Hot Lips?” He smirks. “We’re going to have to get married.”

I’m sweating now. I can’t believe Sam is going to stand me up on our wedding day. This wasn’t supposed to happen. We were supposed to be wild and crazy. I don’t want to give her a boring love story. For us, there are a million stars and a rabbi and a room full of screaming kids. It fits us better than any chapel could.

he’s so cute wtf

“They were all love songs by dynamic duos, just like us.” “Awwwwwww! Ian Fletcher, you big softie!”

“I thought that was obvious, Hot Lips. Best friends, forever.”