#but i very much still enjoy drawing its luscious locks i think he deserves it

[kreachvera]

nooo little german boy don’t go into the yassification mashine

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Chapter Ten

Prove Me Wrong | Series Masterlist

Warnings: Potential secondhand embarrassment, brief mention of blood/injury, minor angst

Word Count: 1833

Author’s Note: I can’t believe we’re on chapter ten already? It feels like this series is absolutely flying by. Anyway, thank you to all of you for the continued support and I hope you enjoy this chapter! :)

“Ty! Look at this,” Y/N giggled.

We were sitting on the floor of her bedroom, looking through one of the many memory boxes that she kept buried in the back of her closet. She liked to pull them out from time to time and look through them. I had to admit, it was nice to see her so happy over little things.

She passed the yearbook that she was holding over to me and pointed at one of the pictures in the bottom left corner. It was a picture of the two of us sitting in class, looking at something on her laptop. Seeing it made me smile.

“We look tiny,” I laughed, leaning a little closer to the picture. “Were we freshman in this picture?”

“Yeah, that was like right after we became friends.”

“Right! We had english together and Mr. Brown hated that we always talked to one another.”

“It was the start of it all,” she laughed, taking the book from my hands.

I grabbed the box she had been looking through and pulled it towards me. It was full of all sorts of random bits and pieces: college acceptance letters, drawings that had been given to her by some of her cousins, old photos. Y/N liked to hold on to everything.

I spotted a half-bent piece of notebook paper towards the bottom of the pile. My name was written on it in messy handwriting, but I didn’t remember Y/N ever giving me a letter. I grabbed it from the box and began to open it, but Y/N was quick to snatch it from my hands.

“Don’t read that,” she said. Her face was already bright pink.

“What is it?”

“Nothing,” she shook her head. “It’s nothing.”

“If it’s nothing, then why did you keep it?”

“I keep everything, isn’t that obvious?”

“Come on, Y/N. Tell me what it is!”

“It’s just - nope, I can’t. Too embarrassing,” she said.

“If you tell me what it is, then I’ll confess something embarrassing about myself.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Promise?”

I held out a pinky, “Promise.”

She locked her pinky with mine and then took a deep breath.

“This is, um, a letter that I wrote. To you. Before the whole truth or dare incident.”

“Ok?” I said. That didn’t seem too bad.

“It was a confession about how I felt about you. I don’t know that I was ever planning to give it to you. Maybe if I was feeling brave one day. Obviously that opportunity never arose,” she laughed. “I think I even made a list of all the things that I liked about you… at the time.”

“Oh, Y/N, please let me read it!” I said, unable to keep the smile off my face.

“Not yet!” She pulled the letter closer to her chest. “You have to confess something embarrassing first.”

Embarrassing. There were plenty of things that came to mind at the mention of that word, but none of them were things that I was willing to admit to Y/N. Then something popped into my head that she would get a kick out of.

“Ok, um, do you remember that girlfriend that I briefly had when we were juniors?”

“How could I forget?”

I shot her a look, but she simply laughed.

“Anyway, I was kissing her one time, but I didn’t really know what I was doing.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide, “Oh no.”

“And I was trying to be all sexy so I bit her lip a little bit - well - I thought it was a little bit, but I got a little too excited and accidentally made her lip bleed. That was the real reason she broke up with me, not because I didn’t actually like her that much, like I told everyone.”

“Tyler,” she gasped. “You made her lip bleed?”

“Yes! Ok, I don’t want to talk about it,” I said, refusing to meet Y/N’s eyes. My face felt like it was going to melt straight off my skull.

“Alright, just for that I’ll read you some of the reasons that I liked you,” she laughed.

I watched as she carefully unfolded the paper. Her eyes scanned the page and she started to cringe a little. From the light filtering in behind her, I could see that she had filled almost the entire page with words.

“This is worse than I remember,” she said quietly.

“Just read it.”

“Ok, number one,” she looked at me for a moment before continuing. “Good at basketball.”

I nodded, “Interesting choice for the number one spot.”

“Number two: fluffy hair.”

I ran a hand through my hair, “Agreed.”

“Number three: pretty eyes.”

“You think my eyes are pretty?” I grinned.

“Yes, Ty, you have very pretty eyes.”

“Why thank you.”

“Number four - oh no, I can’t read that one!” she giggled.

“Y/N, I just told you that I made a girl’s lip bleed while making out with her. I think you can read off number four.”

She sighed and then looked directly at me. I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Number four.” She winced as she read out the rest of the sentence, “Luscious lips.”

I touched a hand to my lips, “Are my lips really that luscious?”

“According to fifteen year old me, yes. There’s even a heart next to that one.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that. 

“Ok, I think we’ve had enough of that,” Y/N said, already folding the paper back up and sticking it into the box.

“No! I was enjoying that.”

“I know, that was the problem,” she giggled.

“How many more numbers were there?”

“Too many.”

Y/N went back to flipping through the pages of the yearbook in her lap, occasionally pausing to look at a photo a little closer. She looked so gorgeous with the sunlight illuminating her silhouette. Like an angel, almost. I wanted to take a picture of her, just so I could remember this moment, but there was no way I would be able to pull that off without her noticing.

I was able to appreciate how pretty she looked for about thirty seconds before my mind flipped. The same thoughts that I had heard a million times began to run their course, and I let them. There was no use in fighting it at this point.

Why did it have to be so hard for me to tell her something so simple? Did I really think I was that worthless? To prevent me from being happy?

I grabbed one of the other yearbooks that was sitting next to Y/N’s legs and began to flip through its pages. At least that would give my mind something else to focus on. As I began to flip through the pages, I noticed little notes that Y/N had left in the margins of the pages. Most of them were little memories or comments about people in the photos.

I stumbled across the basketball page, which just so happened to have the most comments out of all the pages. Y/N wasn’t paying enough attention to me to realize what I had happened to find, but I still shifted a little just to make sure that I had a chance to read the little notes. It was hard not to absolutely beam as I read them.

Basketball champ! Scored over 500 points in the season!

Good basketball skills, even better music skills!

Cute face and star of the team? He’s a keeper!

“Hey, what did you find?” Y/N asked.

I immediately slammed the yearbook closed, somehow managing to smash my finger in the process. Y/N’s eyes moved down to the yearbook and then back up to mine.

“Oh no, what did you see?” she winced.

“Nothing,” I muttered, still trying to manage the pain of my throbbing finger.

“Please tell me, Ty. That’s the book with all the notes, isn’t it?”

I nodded.

“What page were you looking at?”

“Are you hiding something from me?” I smiled.

She rolled her eyes, “No, Ty, when have I ever hidden something from you?”

“So you are!”

“Am not!”

“Don’t worry, I was just looking at all the school pictures and remembering all the people that we dealt with for so long.”

“So you saw all my lovely comments about our classmates?”

“Yep,” I grinned.

“Oh well, there were worse things that you could have seen.”

“Like?”

“Ha, nice try, Ty.”

I was glad that things had returned to normal after my fight with Y/N. It had taken a few days for us to kind of get comfortable again, but now it was like nothing had ever happened. Everything was just like it was before, right down to me admiring her and never letting her know.

She deserved better than me, anyway.

“Look at Carter!” she squealed, pointing to another photo in the yearbook.

“Are you sure that’s Carter?”

“Yes, 100%. It was when he let his hair grow out. Oh man, I’m surprised my mom let it grow that much before she made him chop it all off.”

Her smile was so gorgeous. I should just tell her. It would make her smile even more, wouldn’t it?

No. Don’t play that game.

“What else do you have in here?” I asked, starting to sift through the box.

“Lots of random stuff. Probably some really embarrassing stuff, if you look hard enough.”

“Like this?”

I grabbed a polaroid picture that was sitting off to one side. It was of her and one of her other high school friends - the one that dared her to admit her feelings for me, actually - wearing crazy makeup and making dramatic faces.

“I swear, you’re like a magnet for the worst stuff in here,” she laughed, leaning a little closer to me so that she could see the picture.

“Are you kidding? You look great.”

She shot me a look, “Shut up.”

I grabbed another set of pictures from the box. These ones were from when we had gone to the beach shortly after graduating high school. It was like our own mini celebration.

“Oh man, I remember this day,” I smiled.

“What day?” Y/N leaned over so that she could see what I was looking at. “Oh, our beach day!”

“That was fun.”

“It was. Hey! Now that I’m done with finals, why don’t we go?”

“What, like, tomorrow?”

“Why not?”

A whole day at the beach with just Y/N. It sounded - well - perfect.

“Let’s do it. I can pick you up early tomorrow and we can make the drive.”

“Yes! Ty, I’m so excited!”

I nodded. Maybe tomorrow would be the day that I finally let it all out on the table. I felt awful lying to Y/N about my feelings, but deep down I knew that I was making the right decision. There were better people out there for Y/N.

Who was I to take their place?

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