Joseph Quinn Imagines (Joseph x Y/N)

33. Pathetic.

Falling in love with your best friend was never a good idea. Someone always gets hurt and in this case it was me. Joseph had been my best friend since high school and we had been always inseparable. That was until he had a new girl on the scene.

He had told me about this new girl called Emily. Instantly my heart broke but I pretended to be happy for him nonetheless. I put on the fakest smile and proceeded to tell him how happy I was for him despite my heart breaking with every second he spoke about her. Don't get me wrong I wanted him to be happy, just not with another girl.

Once he left that night I cried, for an embarrassingly long time. I had wondered if I told him it would be different. I doubt it would be.

It had been 2 weeks since he told me about Emily and every day he text me but I started to reply less and less until it came to completely ignoring him. I wasn't doing it on purpose but knowing he was with another girl hurt a lot. Selfish of me, I know but I thought if I could shut him out I wouldn't have that same pain. I was so wrong about that. It still hurt a lot, if not more because I didn't have my best friend to talk too.

I knew i would have to face him soon I just didn't think today would be that day. I was lay on my couch watching white chicks when I heard a knock at my door. I answered it thinking it was a parcel but instead met with Joe. "Hey" I said. "Hey, where have you been I've missed you" he asked tilting his head. "I've been busy" I replied. He walked past me a little into my apartment. "Come in then" I whispered to myself. "Bullshit Y/N. You've been too busy to answer my texts? I've been worried about you" he said in a huff. "Yeah Joe I've been busy" I replied trying to convince him but also convince myself knowing I had just been sat on my couch the whole time seeing his messages roll in.

"Well a small text would have been nice, I've hated not having my best friend to talk too" he stated. I didn't reply I just shrugged my shoulders. "Why are you shutting me out? Tell me what's wrong please?" He pleaded. "Nothing-" "bullshit don't tell me nothing when it's clearly something Y/N" he said slightly raising his voice running his hands through his hair. "Just tell me what's wrong so we can stop this nonsense and get back to being best friends" he said lowering his voice again now it was my time to roll my eyes. "And that's exactly what I don't want" I replied. "What" he said quietly, "you don't want to be friends no more?" He asked seeming sad about that. No I want to be more. "Joe please just go".

Joe didn't leave, he done the complete opposite. He took my hand and sat down. I moved to the opposite end of the couch and put wrapped my arms around my legs pulling them close to me. "I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong" he said. "I'll leave then" I replied. "It's your damn apartment Y/N/N, your making a bigger deal out of this than necessary." "No I'm not Joe, just leave please" I said as I stood up starting to go to my room.

"This is pathetic Y/N, so pathetic. Just tell me what's wrong so I can at least try and fix it." He shouted. "Yeah you know what you're right, I am pathetic. So pathetic because I can't control my feelings for someone, so pathetic I'm hurt by them having a new girl, so pathetic I shut them out because I couldn't even fake being happy for him. So fucking pathetic" I shouted before I closed my bedroom door in his face. Silence filled the apartment. Nothing else was heard apart from the apartment door shutting. Tears streamed down my face knowing he just left after I confessed my feelings for him but maybe it was for the best.

It had been roughly a week since that night when I had another knock on my door. I swung the door open to be met with Joe again. "Look if your here to shout again I don't want to hear it so please just go." I said with a huff not having the energy to argue with him again. "I don't want to argue, in fact that's the last thing I want to do! Can I come in?" He asked, I didn't reply just nodded letting him past.