chap 2

- written from skeppy's pov
- introduction can be taken as romantic or platonic, but later it does turn obviously romantic.

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"Here it is!" I say, excited. I gesture towards the door, pulling my keys out of my pocket. I've been waiting for this moment forever. Finally taking Bad to my apartment.

I smile as I open and hold the door for my best friend, he steps in and looks in awe at the modern decorated living space. Sleek black countertops in my kitchen, eyes gazing around towards the living room. There's a white sofa with cushion gray pillows as accents. The white carpet covers the quartz tiled flooring. There's huge, black modern windows that paint the back wall.

"This is really nice, oh my goodness," He says, eyes still trailing around. I feel proud that Bad likes my apartment. If I'm being honest, I wanted him to like it.

"Thanks. C'mon, I'll show you the guest room," I say. He turns around and grabs his suitcase, but I quickly stop him.

"I'll take them, don't worry. You are the guest, after all." I smile at him politely and pick up his bags, not giving him a chance to protest. His face goes bright red as he follows me to the guest room.

I open the door to reveal a black mattress with a identical black duvet. There's a TV directly across from it with a floating desk under. A modern, black chair is stood beside it on top of a carpet. There's a huge window covering the side of one of the walls, with beige curtains revealing a small portion of it.

"This is the guest room?! Skeppy!" Bad speaks, amazed. I set his bags down and grab his hand. He instantly jerks at the sudden touch, and I can tell he's not used to it. His eyes avert my gaze as he looks down at our hands. From the corner of my eyes, I can see his face turn a shade of dusty pink.

"Sorry, I just wanted to show you the rest of the apartment." I say awkwardly, feeling embarrassed that I grabbed his hand in the first place. Was it too early? We did just meet in person for the first time.

He looks up at me and smiles, trying to clear the odd air. "Show me your mansion?! This isn't an apartment, Skeppy," we both laugh and I lead him out of the room, showing him around.

As I finish showing Bad around, I figure it's a good time to eat. So what's better than taking him to dinner at a place with really good thin crust pizza?

"Bad, do you wanna go to the place I was talking about? For dinner?" I ask him, bringing him out of his thoughts.

I'm not sure if he even processed what I said before agreeing. I'm happy he agreed. I'm just happy to be with him.

I know I made the right decision meeting up with him the second I saw him.

I unlock my door and Bad follows me down the hall to the elevator. We step inside and he looks around. The floor is a metallic gray, while the sides surrounding us are some sort of beige plywood. The wall directly in front of us is a mirror. The wall behind us has the elevator door with an array of silver buttons with numbers that indicate which floor they go to.

I press the button with the 1 and a star. Bad looks down as the elevator starts moving down.

He hums. I look towards the mirrored wall and instantly look at his reflection. That's when I realize I'm stunned that my best friend is seriously with me right now.

Bad's wearing a white shirt with a black jacket over it. A black hat is atop his head and his hair is long and chestnut brown color. His silver glasses are resting over his eyes. He's really pretty.

I've always thought he was pretty. I've known that since the day that I saw his face. Honestly, I don't know how he doesn't have a girlfriend.

He's never talked about any specific girls before or dates or anything. We haven't really talked about our love lives in our five years of being friends, which, some people might think is weird, but I don't.

All I want is for him to be happy. If he did tell me he had a girlfriend, though, I don't know how I would react. I mean, I would be happy for him, but a part of me would be a little sad.

Sad, because, well, she'd take some of our time away.

I couldn't handle that. Like genuinely, just thinking about it makes me scared. Scared for our friendship. Change has always been a sore subject for me, and if you add Bad to the mix..I don't even want to think about it.

I snap out of my thoughts and step into the car garage with Bad. He saw my car before when I drove him here, but he still seems surprised seeing it again.

I open the red door of my Audi and he smiles at me as he gets in. I walk over to the drivers side and hop in.

As I'm driving, I can physically feel Bad staring at me. I can feel his gaze melt through my head as my face turns hot.

I lift one arm off the wheel and set it in my lap so that I'm driving with just one hand. I try to think about anything but BadBoyHalo. Anything but my best friend. Anything but the man sitting next to me.

I look out at the Tampa sky. The sun is setting now, so the sunset has painted the sky an arrangement of pinks, blues, yellows, and oranges. It's beautiful.

I think about the sun. I would never tell him this, but Bad has always reminded me of the sun.

People talk about sun and moon friendships, but for us I feel like Bad's the sun and I'm Earth revolving around him.

My life for the past couple of years has felt like it's revolving somewhat around him. I think about him a lot. He sort of revolves around my mind.

Don't get me wrong, I love my friend. I really do. But now that I think about it, I didn't realize I love him this much. It's weird.

He's a great person. He really is. I know I admire him, and that's because he's felt like such an inspiration to me. His channel, his content, everything. That's why I think about him a lot.

So it's not weird, it really isn't.

We arrive at the place, a sports bar. Bad has stopped staring at me, and now he's staring out at the city. I turn my head towards him.

"Hey, you ready?" I say. He whips his head around fast, as if not realizing that we've stopped. He must've been thinking really hard about something.

I laugh. "Are you okay? You reacted so fast."

"Yes. Shush, let's go. I'm hungry." He shakes his head at me and unbuckles his seatbelt. I get out of the car and wait for him to walk around the car to me.

We walk in together and the waitress automatically takes us to a booth.

We sit down and look at the menus. I instantly spot the thin crust pizza. "Bad, look, you should get this." I say, pointing to the pizza. He looks over across the booth and glances at what I'm gesturing at.

He makes an unamused smile. "Very funny. But we are not bringing this meme back."

"Yeah we are. Hey- we're ready to order." I stop a waiter and he comes over to our table.

He looks at us, confused, and walks away. I start laughing really hard. "Why would you do that! That's so embarrassing!" Bad groans.

"Why not?" I giggle and set my menu to the side. Bad tries to come up with an explanation, but fails to and laughs. My heart skips a beat at hearing him laugh really hard for the first time in real life.

I try to focus on the restaurant's decor to bring myself out from the weird feeling my best friend gave me. Our original waitress walks over and starts taking our orders.

First we order drinks, and I get a water and he gets a Coke. I order a large thin crust pizza and before Bad can say what he wants, I interject. "We're going to split it. Thank you"

Suddenly Bad's looking at me like he's about to say something. The waitress walks away. "You actually muffinhead! I can't believe you," he shakes his head.

I start to feel bad. Maybe I shouldn't have done that. "Wait, do you actually want whatever you were going to order? I can ask her to come back. I'm sorry." I say.

Bad gazes at me. "It's okay, don't be sorry. I'm perfectly okay with this. I haven't had pizza in a while, actually." He smiles and I nod, happy that he's okay. The last thing I would want to do is hurt him in any way.

We make conversation, talking about anything and everything. It's easy; nothing is awkward at all. One thing I've begun to notice is the fact that Bad becomes more outgoing when you spend more time with him.

The waitress comes back and sets the pizza down. Bad thanks her and she walks back to where I'm assuming is the kitchen.

He then glares at me. "Of course you had to get thin crust. But I guess it's at least not 72, like you did before." He says the last part louder, referencing back to when I actually did order 72 thin crust pizzas to his house.

The memory makes us both laugh and I lean in to grab a slice. He grabs one too and we're eating and making small talk.

Everything in this moment feels like it was meant to happen. Meeting up with BadBoyHalo is one of the best decisions I have ever made, easily. Right now all I can think about is what my friend and I are going to do next, what other memories we're going to make, and how the night can only get better from here.

I love him.

Not in a weird way though, obviously.

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thank you for reading:)
word count : 1765
published 1/4/24
i have a great idea for chap 3 so that's coming soon!!