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Will had no idea what had him feeling this way, why he felt so utterly shite. He should be happy for James? Right? He should be able to text him back fuck yeah man get a new bird or whatever. So then why did something just feel off.
He checked the time the message was sent, compared to the time as of current. They’d been banting back and forth for a solid hour, before James dropped the lore bombshell that he’d been seeing someone new, and Will had somehow forgot to reply for 50 minutes.
“Ah shite, ‘m a ‘orrible friend”, he muttered to himself as he typed out a half-arsed “aye man, fuckin’ finally, now I won’t have to deal with your sorry ass”. Several seconds later, James thumbs down reacted, Will following up with another two texts, “dickhead” succeeded by a “all jokes aside, that's right good lad, happy for ya”. They kept texting about this new girl, James obviously elated and giggly about this new development. Will asked for a pic of her. James sent it through after about a minute of presumably him searching for one of her.
Holy shite, she was fit.
James' new girl was just his type.
That’s it. That’s why he was jealous. He let out the sigh of relief he didn’t realise he’d been holding in.
His best bud found someone who he also wanted.
That weird pit in his stomach didn’t subside, but it was definitely just the leftover fried rice he ate, combined with how fit his mate’s new girl was, nothing else.
Did the feeling of something being off last for several hours after? Perhaps, irritatingly. Did it fuck over his nightly TikTok time, and cause him to lay awake for several hours? Unfortunately yes.
He couldn’t help but think about James and his new bird, looking at each-other lovingly, holding each-other into the depths of the night. Fuck's sake. Where the did he find someone like that? Where could Will get someone that fit. From what he’d heard of her, they would look so perfect together it infuriated him. James was so good to him, he deserved the world. And here Will was, being an unsupportive bellend. He wanted James’s girl, and he felt bloody bad about it.
If he had to guess, it may have been about 2am when the tiredness finally won against his racing thoughts, or at least enough to drift off.
He was in an odd combination of a Tesco, that somehow merged with some random Irish beach he’d heard about on TikTok, but also looked awfully like the Brighton shoreline. Accompanied by none other than James, they were bickering about something vague and inconsequential, as always. Suddenly James stops and flops down onto the bench that suddenly manifested in front of them, patting the empty space beside him. Will sits down.
After a few beats of comfortable silence, James pipes up, “You know Will, I used to have the fattest crush on you a few years ago, don’t know if it ever went away honestly” James laughs, shrugging, acting as if he didn’t drop that on his suddenly pounding heart. Will tried to speak, mouth agape, but not a single sound would escape. James chuckled harder, the sun suddenly deciding to set upon the shoreline, even though it looked like it was midday 5 minutes ago. At that moment, soft hands gently traced his jaw, the other found it's way to comfortably rest on his waist. Will gulped as James leaned in closer with a certain look in his hazel-gold-flecked eyes.
He woke in a cold sweat.
Perhaps it wasn’t James’ girl that he wanted.
Shit.