𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴́𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚃

𝚃𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃

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You sit on your phone, mindlessly scrolling as you are draped across the booth. It was Friday night, you and your best friend Timothée always met for milkshakes and burgers at your favorite diner. You feel something hit your head and you turn your body around quickly to see what it was. Timmy's hat is laying in the seat next to you. You look up and roll your eyes at the grin on his face. "Nice aim, dumbass." You plop back down into the booth as he slides into the opposite side of it. You pick up the hat and put it on backwards. "Hello to you to
Y/N. Hey! Isn't that my jacket?" You look down and realize you were wearing his jean jacket with the black patch you sewed on it for him. "Looks like it. I like it better than mine though." He laughs at you as the waitress walks over to take your order.

"Ok. Table 5. They are on their first date and she put on way too much perfume. He is sweating bullets because his apartment is dirty and he's hoping she doesn't want to go back to his place." You say to Timmy as he is reading into every word you say. This was a common game you and him played, you assume things about the lives and situations of the people in the diner. Sometimes the details were mundane, or just wild things you assumed about them. "She definitely works a 9 to 5 with a shitty boss who makes her work overtime, but she didn't have to tonight." He says to you and nod your head in agreement. "I think she'll only order fries and maybe a small strawberry milkshake." You say looking back over at Timmy. "No, definitely M&M." As soon as he finished his sentence, the waitress comes out with fries and a small M&M milkshake for the girl. "Boom." He says throwing a fry at you. You start laughing and he laughs with you.

Soft music fills the atmosphere of the diner. It was a sort of safe space for you. It was like an alternate universe stuck right in the middle of New York. After a few more guessing games, Timmy speaks up. "Ok now the table with the guy and gorgeous girl. The guy is in love with her, but they are just friends. He doesn't know how to tell her, but he thinks she feels the same. Oh, and she loves strawberry milkshakes." You stare into his eyes as your head is cocked to the side and you twirl the straw around in your strawberry milkshake. "Hmmm. What else?" You ask him. "She loves stealing his clothes, but he secretly loves it too." You had always had feelings for Timothée but now, this was actually happening. "You never said a table number Tim." He leans forward, almost looking into your soul. "Eight." You look to your left at the table marker. A bold red eight was painted on the card. You looked back at him and smiled. "She definitely loves him back, she's just been waiting for the right time. And he definitely loves when she steals his clothes." You two giggle as he turns bright red. "I think he wants to kiss her." He glances at your lips. "I think she does too." He leans in and kisses you. You pull back and smile. "You were spot on Tim, i'm proud." He laughs and grabs you hand.

"I love you, so much Y/N."

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IM SO SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IN ALMOST THREE MONTHS I KNOW I SUCK !!! i really haven't been in the headspace to right but i hope you enjoy ANOTHER best friends trope :) i cant resist i'm sorry. i hope you enjoyed this chapter though. feel free to leave a comment and vote if u liked it! i love you so much. PEACE AND LOVE ❤️❤️❤️