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"Mary? Hey man are you in there? We brought you some food" One of your friends knocked on the door
"Jesus, varför lämnar ni mig inte ifred" was all that could be heard from the other side. "See man, nothing, not even food will get him out of that hobbit hole of a room he's been living in" Another one of your friends spoke.
You and Mary have been best friends for years. You had met him at one of the shows he was playing at in your city. He and his friends were one of the opening acts of the band that you had come to see that night. Somehow, after the concert you managed to bump into him. You said hello and brought up how much you loved the songs his band had played. Despite how scary he looked the first time you met him, he was actually very sweet and thanked you for enjoying the show they had put on. From there you both clicked instantly, you somehow managed to snatch his number before his bandmates had to drag him away from you because he was taking too long. Back to the present day, however, Mary seemed not to want to deal with anyone's bullshit
Mary had been dating this girl for a little while, and despite the aching feeling that rested in your heart, you were very supportive and happy for Mary. Of course, that achy feeling hadn't gone away, not until recently when the news broke out that the girl he had been seeing was cheating on him with her ex. Part of you felt bad for Mary, knowing how much he had loved that girl, but also part of you was happy, knowing that he didn't have anyone standing in the way of you and him. You knew that part of you was very selfish, so you pushed all those feelings down and decided that no matter what you would be helping him from this point onward, even if you had some certain feelings resting deep down.
"Good luck trying to get him out, I doubt he'll answer to anyone at this point" His friend sighed. You smiled softly at them, giving a reassuring look before knocking on the door. Before you could even indicate that it was you, Mary had already started to complain about being disturbed again. "För sista gången, lämna mig fan ifred" He sounded so tired and defeated, your heart broke hearing him sound like that. "Mary, it's me, (r/n)" You said softly, unsure if he was going to open the door or not. To both your and your friend's surprise, the door slightly cracked open.
You gave him a gentle and reassuring smile, barely being able to see anything other than his obvious tear-stained eyes. "Can I come in?" You asked softly, not wanting to sound demanding in case he wanted to be completely left alone. You both had sat there for a little bit. You were about to say something, telling him that it was okay if he didn't want company, but before you could say anything, he grabbed your hand and dragged you inside his room, locking it behind him. Both of your friends stood there shocked, opting that they were just going to put the food on the counter and then leave, knowing that you probably have everything under control.
It took you a minute before you could compose yourself. After a second you looked up, the sight in front of you killing you from the inside. There stood Mary, his face paint and fake blood smudged, obvious tear stains on his face. His clothes are more tattered up than they usually are, and he looked and smelt like he hadn't showered in days. "Oh Mary," You said, holding your arms out for a hug. Mary wasn't one for physical touch, not from most people. With you it was different, but you still wanted to give him the option of whether or not he wanted to be touched right now.
Mary walked up slowly, wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face in your chest. Normally, this kind of situation would make you blush, but right now you needed to be there for him. Mary started sobbing violently into your chest. You had never seen him this vulnerable. Sure you've seen him sad once or twice, but never so dejected, never so broken. You shushed him quietly as you brought both of you to sit on the bed, still maintaining the hug. "Hey, shhh it's okay, I'm here for you man," You said softly, rubbing circles on his back. You both sat in silence for a little while, feeling the tears fall on your shirt. Eventually, Mary was able to compose himself. He looked up at you, his eyes all red and puffy. You gave him a soft smile, continuing to rub his back
"You wanna talk about it?" You said, concern in your voice. He sniffled, rubbing the tears away from his eyes. "God, (r/n). I loved her so fucking much, she meant everything to me. How could she just go and cheat on me without a second thought." He said angrily, his hands balled up into fists. You grabbed his hands, lacing your fingers together. His anger seemed to simmer down immediately, but he wouldn't look you in the eyes, almost like he was embarrassed to be seen like this. You let go of one of his hands, grabbing his chin to make him look at you. "You don't deserve her man and definitely don't deserve the way she treated you throughout your whole relationship".
"You are such a kind person despite what people may think of you. You're loving and caring and you treated her like a princess. If she decided that throwing you away over her stupid ex was a good idea then she wasn't worth it anyway. You can do so much better. I know it hurts now, but you'll get through it, I know you can" You said, hoping that your little pep talk would cheer him up a bit. It worked, and a small smile appeared on his face. "Thank you, it means a lot to me. More than you know" He says with a genuine tone in his voice. "Ayyy don't get all sappy on me now" You lightly hit his shoulder. "Alright, you don't have to be an ass" He laughs, the smile on his face getting bigger. You laughed, standing up to leave the room to get his food. Before you could step outside the door, Mary had grabbed your hand. Shocked, you turn around to see him trembling a little bit, almost like he was afraid of you leaving him.
“Please don’t go,” He said softly, looking down at the ground. “Can you stay here and lay with me for a bit?” The question had caught you off guard. You stood there for a little, trying to process what he asked you a few seconds ago. You snapped back into reality once you saw the scared look that threatened to appear on his face. “Yeah of course. I don’t mind. Let me just get comfy first” He let go of your hand and you turned around, not wanting him to see the blush that spread across your face. You took off your shirt and pants, opting to just stay in your boxers. You turned back around to see Mary already getting comfy in bed, an open spot right next to him. You walk over, lifting the covers as you get underneath them. You shuffled a little, turning so that your back was facing him.
After a few moments, you feel Mary scoot closer, wrapping his arms around you. You jumped a little in surprise but calmed down soon after, the body heat making you sleepy. “Thank you (r/n), for everything” You smiled, letting out a soft yawn. “It’s no problem” Was the last thing you remember saying before passing out.
A few months later, Mary was back to being himself, his asshole-like demeanor making its appearance. He seemed happier, now having been moved on from his ex for a while. After the night you stayed with him, Mary promised he’d get himself together and go back to the way he was. Now you, Mary, and all your friends were having a good time, sitting and talking, having a few drinks in your living room. “Yeah well she was a fucking bitch anyways, I don’t know why I dated her” Mary slurred his words, taking another sip of the fireball he had in his hands. His friends laughed, agreeing with his comment.
“So, do you have anyone new you’re interested in?” One of your friends asked, wiggling their eyebrows. Mary hesitated for a bit before speaking, “I might have a small thing for somebody, but it’s nothing” He waved it off. “Oooo, who is it? Tell us” Your other friend pried. “Fuck you is who it is” He took another swig of the fireball, flipping off his friends in the process. You looked over at Mary, curious to know who this secret crush was. Part of you hoped that it was you, but in your mind, you knew that there was no reason to get your hopes up. You’re not Mary’s type, and you're sure as hell, not a girl. Mary goes for the bimbos, there was no shot of you ever getting with him. “I’m hungry, I’m gonna go buy some snacks” One of your friends states, struggling to get up and on his feet. “Where are you gonna get snacks from, you can’t drive” Mary slurred, tilting his head at them. “There’s a vending machine downstairs… you're coming with me” He managed to pull the other guy up with him despite his protest. Both of them walked out the apartment door, stumbling and almost falling on their way out.
Now it was just you and Mary sitting alone in the living room, you started to giggle and Mary asked what was up. “I’m just glad they're not in the room anymore, I couldn’t stand them” You slurred, waving around the bottle of wine in your hands. Mary agreed, saying how those two could be annoying and a handful. You scooted closer, the alcohol clouding your judgment on whether or not being this close to him while being this drunk was a smart idea. “Yknow, you’re a really great friend, and I really REALLY appreciate you,” You said, loosely grabbing onto his shoulder. “I think you’ve had too much to drink,” He said, shaking his head. You pointed a finger at him, your face getting dangerously close to his. “Your one to talk, pain in the ass…” You mumbled the last part. You could’ve sworn you saw Mary look at your lips, but you just decided it was part of your imagination. You both sat there in silence, looking off into space. Eventually, you felt like someone’s eyes were on you, turning to see that Mary was just staring at you with an unreadable expression.
“What are you staring at?” You asked, a blush appearing on your face. “You’re Uhh, really handsome, I guess,” Mary said, still staring at you. “You’re really handsome too” You weren’t quite sure where the sudden boost in confidence came from but it wasn’t unwelcome. You both just sat there, staring into each other's eyes, looking down at each other's lips from time to time. “Jag vill verkligen kyssa dig” You looked at Mary confused, unsure of what he just said to you. “What was that?” You asked, tilting your head. “I said, that I really want to kiss you” He repeated, this time in English. Your eyes opened wide, surprised that even came out of his mouth. “You can kiss me” Was all you could muster up to say.
He took his hands, placing them on your cheeks. He rubbed his thumbs against them. You both leaned in slowly, his lips meeting yours passionately. You pulled away after a few seconds, staring into his eyes. “Why uhh, why did you kiss me?” You would never think that Mary Goore would show any interest in you, so why all of a sudden did he kiss you? “After that night, when you helped me. I slowly started to realize how much you meant to me and how much I loved you. I eventually figured out that love was beyond just friendship” His speech didn’t sound slurred, almost like he wasn’t drunk in the first place. “I’ve never been with a guy before, but I genuinely love you, and I want to be with you”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, Mary Goore, the man you were in love with for years, said that he loved you back. You smiled, happy tears falling from your eyes. “Of course, I’ll be your boyfriend you fucking idiot, I’ve been in love with you for years” A shocked look appeared on his face. “Years?!? There’s no fucking way” You laughed, shaking your head. “Maybe it’s because you’re fucking dense” You joked, punching his arm. “Hey okay, there’s no need to be an ass,” He said, pointing his finger at you. Before he could say anything more, you pulled him into another kiss. Thank god for that alcohol because, without it, you both probably wouldn’t have the confidence to confess. As for your friends well, they passed out while trying to get their snacks from the vending machines, but it’s okay because they woke up after being completely fine
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Translations:
Jesus, varför lämnar ni mig inte ifred = Jesus, why won’t you guys leave me alone
För sista gången, lämna mig fan ifred= For the last time, leave me the fuck alone
Jag vill verkligen kyssa dig= I really want to kiss you