He plays it off like he’s a cocky sonofabitch, but truth is, he’s a goddamn saint. They’ve been a couple for six months now, and not even I, the worst friend on the planet, can deny they’re perfect for each other.Īnd hell, Garrett deserves to be happy. I see the way she looks at him, and I see how they are together. I guess I’m in the mood to torture myself tonight. I popped the ear buds in with the intention of drowning out the sounds of Garrett and Hannah in the other room, but I still haven’t pressed play. I’m not even pretending to scroll through my iPod library anymore. I’m on my bed, flat on my back and staring up at the ceiling. Every thump of the headboard smacking the wall as someone else screws the girl I can’t stop thinking about. See, I live in a house with very thin walls, which means I can hear every breathy moan that leaves Hannah’s mouth. This one’s a given, because it’s kind of hard not to hate yourself when you’re fantasizing about the love of your best friend’s life.Īt the moment, the awkwardness is definitely winning out. I can’t speak for all men, but I’m pretty sure that no guy wants to leave his bedroom and bump into the girl of his dreams after she’s just spent the whole night in his best friend’s arms. Lusting over your best friend’s girlfriend sucks.įirst off, there’s the awkward factor.
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