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"WHY THE FUCK does nate have dicks in his phone, y/n? other than the fact that he might be gay, why else would he have them?" maddy cried to you, leaning her head on your shoulder.
as soon as maddy found the pictures on nate's phone, she immediately came to you for support. you were quite shocked to hear that nate jacobs, star quarterback, and ladies man had other guys' nudes in his camera roll.
"i don't know, mads. but one thing i do know is that you're beautiful and this has nothing to do with you. he's probably just confused and exploring what he's into." you played with her hair to soothe maddy, but her tears just kept falling.
"b-but was i not good enough? does he not like me? and if he doesn't like me anymore, why is he still dating me?" she choked back a sob, making you close your eyes at the sound of your best friend in agony. "i just don't know what to do, y/n."
"it'll be okay, babes. you just gotta boss up, show him what he's missing, but if he's into guys, you just gotta let him go, okay? ask him about it, make him make you understand. and the you come to me, we'll binge-watch teen wolf, eat ice cream, whatever you wanna do. i'll be here." you kissed her temple, silently wishing she could be yours.
"ugh. you're the fucking best." she sat up to look at you. "you know that? you're the best!"
she leaned forward to kiss your cheek and you blushed heavily, pushing her head away in a teasing manner.
"go take a shower, you got mascara and shit running down your face." you laughed, pushing the stray hairs away from her face and squishing her cheeks.
"you wanna join me?" she smirked playfully, getting up and doing a little dance in front of you.
"w-what? no, bitch, you stink." maddy scoffed and hit your knee with her hand, smiling.
"rude! okay, i'm going to the shower. your lost you can't come in with me, because you're too pussy. but, oh well." she shrugged with a playful pout on her lips.
you watched as she closed the bathroom door. once you heard the shower running, you laid back onto her bed forcefully with a sigh.
