Friendzoned Forever
It’s a cliché, really. Guy falls in love with his beautiful best friend. You have to lie to anybody who suggests it, of course you’re not into her. Obviously one can be hot and have friends who aren’t vying to be in her. But that’s exactly what you want: to be well inside her guts, and there’s not a day that goes by without you thinking of how tight her pussy would feel around your cock.
You don’t watch porn anymore. Or you do, and you go through hundreds of pages of nothingness just to fling your phone into the river and think of her. The time you went to the beach together and you had to hide your boner in the water the whole time, while she laid out in the sand in all her golden sunned perfection. The way she just knows so much better than you, you, the guy who supposedly knows everything. The way she leads, the way she does everything in a way you can’t help but get hard over. Little habits of hers you’ll never point out for fear of being accused of obsession. She wouldn’t be wrong though.
You tell everybody you don’t like her, never have, in an attempt to cover up the fact that you have no game with her. All the things you do that usually get girls going don’t have an effect on her, the type to be so offline you can’t even reach her with a thirst trap. You don’t even go online anymore because she’s not there. You’re trapped in your own mind, forever re-remembering times you were with her in ways that cater to you—pretending she laughs at your jokes, when she doesn’t even hear you. Telling yourself she’s kissed your chest, when she’s never even touched you.
What’s the worst that could happen? You go to her, confess your love to her, just to give her the biggest ick in the world. Because she “cares about your friendship” she’ll let you down easy, but nothing will ever be the same again. She’ll be guarded, at a distance, and you’ll hang out less and less and you can’t even stalk her IG to see if she’s fucking somebody else, though you know full she has a roster. Why wouldn’t she? She is Her and you are you, and she’ll never see you as anything more than the lame who follows around like an attention-starved puppy, dying to do tricks for no treat.
