❝ i trust you ❞

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( messages )
( jules )

jules
hey b!! do ya wanna meet
at the starbys by your place?
i feel bad still & i wanna
treat u!
read 11:21pm

no julie you dont
have to, we're good
now!!
read 11:23pm

jules
too late i already mobile
ordered your drink i'll
see you in five!!
read 11:23pm

suddenly i hate you
again
read 11:24pm

jules
❤️❤️❤️
read 11:24pm

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( real life )

When Emery stepped into the Starbucks, he didn't see the bright, cherry red hair of his best friend. He could still hear the camera flashes of paparazzi as the door closed, except there were paps pointing towards something else as well.

Emery realized the other cameras were pointing toward, of course, Bill Skarsgård. The man was sitting at a small table in the corner, one drink in his hand and one waiting in front of an empty chair. Their eyes met and Emery turned around to leave.

"Em, wait!" Bill stood up and called out. People's eyes turned towards them (if they hadn't already) as Emery stopped in his tracks. He sighed, remembering the free Starbucks, and turned around. He slowly walked towards the table and sat down without a word.

"What do you want?" he asked cooly. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, trying to appear nonchalant.

"Why are you being like this?" Bill sighed, resting his chin in his hand. "What happened?"

"I'm not exactly in the mood for my good friend to tell me he's in love with me and then have my heart broken by another guy," he explained, his voice a cold monotone, "Things suck lately. I really don't need another relation—"

"That's not why I'm here, Em," the other man cut him off, "Sorry. It's just, feelings or not, we were good friends! I tried to distance myself because yes, I had — have — feelings for you, but you're right, you don't need a relationship right now. That being said, I'm not here to try to convince you to fall in love with me or something, I'm here to get my friend back."

"You say that and then a month later you'll be complaining to Julie or Finn or whatever about being trapped in the friendzone."

Bill groaned, "What are we? Twelve? We're adults, Emery, I'm sure I can handle supporting my friend without expecting anything in return."

Emery chuckled softly, "To be fair, the friendzone is a myth invented by whiny straight boys."

"See? There's the Emery I know!" Bill smiled, trying to rid of the cold mood.

"The Emery you fell in love with?"

The man sighed, "Really? Yes, I'm in love with you and I'm mature enough to admit it, but I'm also mature enough not to force you into anything you don't want. Why can't you trust that I don't have an ulterior motive? That I honestly just want us to be friends again?"

"I trust you."

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( note )

if literally any of you comment anything about bill being stuck in the friendzone im deleting your comment im so tired of people commenting that because the friendzone is a social concept invented by whiny straight boys who don't know how to respect women and their wants thank you for coming to my TED talk