Warnings: none
Word count: 326
I walked down the street on the way to my close friend Eddie's house. He told me to get ready and come over at noon. I wore black baggy jeans and a cropped Led Zeppelin shirt.
I finally arrive at his place, escorting myself to his bedroom. I knock on the door.
"Come in." He says
I walk in to see Eddie wearing jeans and holding two t shirts.
"Hey y/n." He says
"Hi."
"Can you pick a t shirt for me?" He asks, holding the two up
"Me?" I reply
"Ya." He nods
"You want me to pick what t shirt you're gonna wear?"
"What's the big deal?" He asks
"Nothing! There is no big deal." I cross my arms
"So pick, right or left."
"I- uhm what?"
"It's a pretty simple question y/n."
"I know."
My eyes bounce back and forth between the two options. He was always asking me to pick between whatever and I always worry that I would pick wrong.
"Y/n? You gonna pick?"
"Yes!"
I didn't understand how I could get so flustered over such a simple question.
"Y/n it's really not that difficult." He laughs
"I know! Uhm left, no right, wait no left. Ugh I don't know."
"So left?" He asks
"Sure."
He slides the shirt over his head and walks over to me, smiling.
"It's really funny when you get all flustered." He laughs
"No it's not."
"A little."
I cross my arms. It was frustrating and embarrassing to get so nervous over fucking t shirts.
He pulls me into a hug, softly chuckling.
"Eddie." I whine
He laughs. He pulls apart from the hug and smiles at me.
"Oh fuck you." I jokingly say
"Fuck me?" He replies
I blush. I never thought I could fall so hard for my best friend but with every day and every joke he says, I find myself falling more and more.