I've been living with him for a week.  He always made sure I had everything I needed, if I was okay. Basically being my best friend. The only struggle is going to work. Which is over two hours away. I almost got fired twice. But I still got a job don't I? Well too late for me to say that now.

"This is the third time you've been late this week, Y/N!" My boss yelled. I couldn't say anything, I was honestly so afraid. "You think you can do this every damn day?!" I just shook my head. He took a breath, "If we have to have this conversation again, you'll be fired." I just shook my head. "Then we won't have this conversation again, Sir."

"Good, now please, get back to work." I stood up, "No."

I looked at me, "No?!" I was done with this asshole, "Yeah! Are you hard of hearing?" He was about to walk over to me. "You can't yell at people that aren't your employees." He looked to confused, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" 

I rolled my eyes, "Are you dumb? I quit." I walked out, packed up my desk, and walked out the building. The first person I called was Maxwell, he picked up almost immediately, "What did you do?" I almost cracked up, "Well uh...you think I could get another job?" 

I heard him cracking up, "Y'know, you could try modelling, you're very photogenic."

My eyes widened, "MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN YOU'RE A GENIUS!" I yelled, and hung up as soon as I did. I raced home, while still staying in speed limit. 

As soon as I reached home, he tried to stop me, "Woah there Y/N. This isn't something that can just happen overnight." I looked at him, shrugged, and said, "Too late, already going to do it." I pushed passed him to my room.

Surprisingly, my searching didn't take that long because I found a modelling agent almost 40 minutes into searching.

I emailed her, talking about how I needed a job, some photos people have taken of me that would help, how Max said I was photogenic, and how I'll do any type of clothing or company really. But before I could hit send, I heard a knock on my door, Maxwell walked in.

He pushed my chair away, and read the email. "My best friend is gonna be a modelllllll."

I pressed send, and walked away from my desk. But as soon as I flopped on my bed, he said, "Hey, I'm sure she'll want you as a model. You're beautiful." I was shocked at that sentence, but I didn't show it. "You're not to bad yourself, MJF." He smiled and rolled his eyes, walking out.

And as soon as the door closed, I grabbed my pillow and hit myself in the head with it, numerous times. Not to bad yourself?! Ugh can I turn back time please?!

But him? Saying I'm beautiful? What? He's never really said I'm beautiful before. He's said I'm pretty, but that was once at our Junior Prom.

I guess it's just something him and I don't do. We're more the type of people to jokingly say that the other is ugly.  But not lovey dovey shit. That's just not us.

I heard two muffled voices from outside my room. One was Max, who I easily recognized. And a female voice. That sparked curiosity in me, so I walked out pretending like I didn't hear, see or know anything. I headed for the kitchen and Maxwell stopped me, "Hey, Y/N! C'mere for sec!" I paused in my tracks, and walked towards the couch.

I saw Max and a brunette sitting on the couch smiling at me. "Y/N, this is Harmonee, shes my uh, girlfriend. And Harmonee, this is Y/N, my best friend and roommate." She stood up and held out her hand for me to shake it. "Hi, Y/N! I've heard so much about you." I shook her hand, "Well hi, I've heard absolutely nothing about you until now." They both laughed, and Harmonee and I got to know each other better for a few minutes.

They said they were gonna head out in a few minutes so Max went to get changed.

I turned towards her, "Please don't tell me that now you're gonna tell me to stay away from him." She shook her head and smiled, "No, I've heard you've been best friends for over a decade, so why would I want to ruin that?" Wow. She's perfect.

"Well thank god, I can't have another one." She thought it was funny, she has clearly heard of the stories of Max's former girlfriends.

But she was nothing like them. She was kind, funny, and just, beautiful.

I look like a rat compared to her. But Max walked out, thankfully saving me from my own mind. "You ready to go babe?" She nodded and stood up. I did the same thing to wish them goodbye. And she surprisingly hugged me.

I was shook a bit, but I hugged her back. "Hope you guys have fun." "Oh we will." He said, walking towards the door. "Oh and Y/N," I looked at Maxwell in the doorway, "Don't fall in love with me." I rolled my eyes, "Goodbye Max." I ran towards the door and closed it.

What did I just say? I didn't even clap back.

But I know I won't fall in love with him. I never will. He's my best friend.

And even if I did, he wouldn't feel the same. She's perfect, and well, I'm not.

And if he's happy, then guess what, I'm happy.