Honestly? Poor Miller.

Practically has been taken advantage by Clara this whole time. Some stupid “revenge plan” just to piss Clara’s mom off.

He feels worthless, like he isn’t Miller Adams and just some toy for Clara.

What sucks? He loved her. He spent half his time thinking about her, just the thought of her consuming him.

And while he has been drowning in Clara? Guest has been drowning in him.

That’s right. Miller’s best friend. Guest. I know what you’re thinking, oh, he’s going to fall in love with her the second she is there for him.

Semi-right. No. Guest, despite being in love with him since middle school, is resisting. He’s not in the right state of mind.

But? Miller is falling for her. He’s been after the wrong girl this whole time! But he’s gotta play it cool.

Platonic! Right..

Miller is at Guest’s house for the millionth time this week. Either he’s there crying to her about Clara, yes he cried in front of her, or he’s there half drunk out of his mind.

Miller? Drunk? That’s what heartbreak does to a boy in love.

Currently, he’s both.

He’s lying in her lap, drunk and crying. Rambling on about Clara. The usual..

Until..

“I don’t know why i’ve been so hung over on her. You’re right in front of me.. my best friend.” Miller blurts out, not realizing the impact of his words.

To say it made Guest’s heart beat ten times faster is an understatement.

Try one million times faster.

But no, she can’t. She has to resist!

Resist.