Writing this showed me how much I missed writing high school stories :')

Y/n's POV

"And if I were an anime character?" I ask, a smile playing at my lips. I'm laying down on Ethan's bed, my head hanging off of the foot of it and my hands clasped together on my stomach.

Ethan, who was leaning against the headboard with his legs crossed, scrolled on his phone. "Depends on which one."

I thought for a second, staring at the dark brown desk opposite me. "Uh...Light Yagami."

Ethan laughs. "I'd never mess with you."

"You think I'd kill you?" I giggle.

"Oh Ethan did this? WHERE IS MY NOTEBOOK?" Ethan mocked in weird voice.

Laughing, I pulled my head up and propped myself up on my elbows to look at him. He brought his eyes up from his phone and looked at me as I spoke. "One, I do not sound like that-" Ethan began arguing but I spoke over him. "-and two, I would never do that to you!"

Ethan raised an eyebrow as if doubting my words. "Wouldn't you, though?"

I laugh once again. "I wouldn't!"

"Or so you say!" Ethan accused dramatically.

The both of us laugh. The past half hour has been like this. Asking Ethan what he'd do if I were someone or something else and Ethan giving me a stupid answer for us to laugh at.

Weekends were always spent with each other. Growing up together on the same street, we were constantly with the other. Our families were friends and often went out together. Camping, traveling, summer vacations, anything we could do together. The two of us were our best and only friends. We liked it like that. No one to interrupt our time, no one to interfere with our plans, it was great.

If there were another person, they could change everything Ethan and I have always done. They could take our weekends away, changing the plans we have grown up doing. They could hog one person, isolating the other and pulling Ethan and I apart. Change our opinions about our best friend. It would be completely different with another person.

But we liked it with just the two of us.

Ethan's phone vibrates, his eyes lighting up as he read the message. He stood up, pulling his shoes over his feet. "Hey- uh- I'm just gonna go meet up with Theo for a while. I wont be gone long. See ya Y/n!" He grabbed a jacket, waved with a goofy smile, and left the room.

Except that third person had already come. Ethan's new girlfriend, Theo, had come into Ethan's life, taking up all his time, changing everything we've always done. Leaving me alone in his bedroom on weekends, making me the third wheel at lunch, forgetting about my existence after school. Ethan and I's plans have changed. The things we've grown up doing- hanging out after school, family dinners, our movie nights, etc. -have been without him. His precious girlfriend would send one message and he'd leave without a second thought to be with her. Theo has been his number one priority, forgetting about everything and anything else.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't hate her. I shouldn't, she hasn't done anything negative toward me or Ethan, but I do. The fact she pulls him away from me every day and Ethan would drop anything he's doing for her makes me want to scream at her. But it's not her I should be mad at. Ethan should be aware that he's being rude by just leaving in the middle of something we've planned days before, never showing up when he promised he would, ignoring the person next to him just because Theo is around, ect. Theo isn't the one I should be mad at, Ethan is.

But I can't.

It's impossible for me to look at my best friend and hold anger for him. Though he might not be around much anymore, I love the time I spend with him and it's impossible to think he's at fault. I can't help but blame the person he's doing it for, the person he puts before anyone else. I shouldn't, but I do.

Jealously, maybe?

But jealousy of what? That she's the one taking over my best friend's mind? That Ethan would rather be with her than me without debate? Whatever it was, I wasn't sure.

Taking my disappointed eyes away from the door he walked out of minutes before, I pulled the pillow I was using earlier under my chin and stared at the happy smiles in the picture of Ethan and Theo hanging above his desk, wishing I were able to make his eyes light up as bright as she does.