#sorry for gushing about one of my closest friends she just wont let me be lonely and dramatic on here today i guess lol

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what if i-

best friend clears her whole schedule before she even reads where

-Love is your second nature, love is your language. Love! or whatever that one uquiz said about me

[probably-writing-x]

Too late

Request from Anon: the reader is also childhood best friends with ander, polo and guzmán and has feelings for guzmán but when she realizes her feelings he tells her about nadia

Requests are always open ❤️

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“Guzmán seriously you’re cheating now!” You exclaim, pushing him out of your way once again as you try your best to beat him to first place.

He hooks an arm over you and still keeps his hands gripped on the controller, encasing you in his arms as he holds onto the first position.

“Guzmán!” You squeal, trying to duck under his arms.

“Am I distracting for you (Y/n)?” He questions mockingly, “I’m not distracting to the boys.”

Polo and Ander were sat beside the two of you, thankful that this time they weren’t the victims of Guzman’s antics. In all fairness, his target always seemed to be you.

“Guzmán I swear to-“ You stop as you manage to overtake him just before the end, reaching the finish line only just before him.

“Fuck!” He exclaims, “How did I lose that?”

“I must’ve been distracting you,” You smirk, nudging him in the ribs as he falls back against the bed behind you.

You watch the final stretch of Polo and Ander racing to not come last but slowly feel something tugging you backwards. Guzmán is reaching his feet underneath your arms and trying to hook you back to fall on top of him.

“No!” You squeal, fighting against him and trying to pull yourself up.

It’s no use as you flop down onto his torso and both let out a groan. He takes it as opportunity to begin tickling under your arms, around your sides and at your neck - laughing as you jolt and flinch under his touch.

“Sorry? Am I distracting you now?” He says between laughs, trying to reach under your arms once again.

Somehow, you manage to hook your leg under his and flip yourself over so you’re facing him. That was a perk of your Mum encouraging you through years of self defence classes.

“Not at all,” You respond, slightly breathless.

You questioned whether it was because of the physical exertion or because those icy eyes were not fixated on you. You thought back to how much they’d seen you, how much they’d seen of you. The three boys and you had been friends since you were little and had grown up in each other’s company. You’d become inseparable instantly and it had remained all the way up to nearing the end of school.

Though, somewhere along the timeline you’d started to see Guzmán different to the others. He’d always been the one that you’d been closest to. It just worked out that way. And you confided in each other about things that he didn’t talk about with the boys. Somehow, your heart betrayed you along the way and it stopped seeing him as just a friend. It put the I in front of the love you and have a whole new meaning to the phrase.

“You guys are impossible to play with,” Ander rolls his eyes, “You’re all over the place and still manage to win!”

You and Guzmán laugh as you sit back up and join the boys once again. You try to regain your composure and force yourself to not erupt into a furious blush.

“I’m just going to get a drink,” You say, hopping up from the bed and heading towards the door.

“Bring the snacks too!”

- - - - - -

“Guzmán it’s Halloween, your outfit looks terrible if you don’t have makeup with it,” You roll your eyes, trying to force him to wear the skeleton makeup that matched his one piece outfit.

“You’ll probably mess it up,” He grumbles, eying your own matching outfit, “But fine.”

You roll your eyes at him and hold his face still to start with the eyes of the look.

“Who’s going tonight?” Guzmán asks, turning to watch your next movement as you start adding the black face paint.

“The usual lot, I think,” You shrug, “Omar’s coming with Ander, and I think Nadias coming.”

“Nadia?” Guzmán perks up, shifting a little in his chair.

“Yeah I know, I was surprised too,” You shrug, “I thought she didn’t like Halloween.”

Guzmán is silent which is always an odd thing to see.

“Guzmán stop turning your head!” You warn him, holding his chin still to not fuck up his makeup too much.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” He smirks, instead darting out of the way whenever you tried to touch the sponge to his face.

“Guz!” You exclaim, grabbing his shoulders to stop him, “I swear I’ll jab you in the eye.”

“You wouldn’t dare, princess.”

Princess.

- - - - - -

“(Y/n)!” Guzmán grins when he sees you, “You got in?!”

He’d known before you’d even told him - the grin on your face was too obvious to miss. You’d got into Oxford. It was the Uni you’d been set on since you were little and you’d finally got the chance to go. With your application actually being successful!

“Come here!” He beams as you hurry down the corridor, lifting you up as soon as you’re near him and spinning you around.

You laugh and hold onto him tight, not wanting a moment like that to ever end.

“I’m so proud of you (Y/n)!” Guzmán mutters against your hair, “You fucking did it!”

You’re more than aware of the fact that everyone is watching you in the corridor. But those words gave you enough of an incentive to not care about what they’d seen or thought.

“Wow,” He chuckles as he sets you down on the floor, “Let’s go to class.”

“Good idea,” You laugh, following behind him as the two of you take your seats next to each other.

It’s then that Nadia walks in and the news has broken that she won the Columbia scholarship. The look on Guzman’s face is unmissable but it deepens when it’s paired with him standing up and applauding her in front of the whole class. You didn’t think much of it then. You just thought he was being a supportive friend.

- - - - - -

It was all of those moments that led to where you were now. Where you were utterly terrified of ending up. You were stood in front of Guzmán in front of the club, stopping him from going inside because there were words to be said that you couldn’t wait any longer to tell him.

“What’s going on (Y/n)?” He frowns, scanning you like he’s checking for any sign of damage.

You let out a breath, “Okay, I don’t really know where to start with this but I just-“

Before you can continue, Nadia and Omar arrive in a car outside the club and head inside together. She looks stunning. And Guzman’s eyes don’t ever leave her as she’s walking past you and in through the doors. He’s focused on her like she’s the only thing in the world.

“Fuck, (Y/n),” He mutters, “I need to tell you something too.”

“You first,” You say, the smallest glimmer of hope convincing you that he’d be telling you the same as your heart was waiting to tell him.

“Okay,” He shakes off his hands, “I know things with Nadia always just started off as a joke that Lu convinced me into, and then things happened and it kind of seemed impossible for anything to ever happen with me and her.”

Oh god.

“But I think I’m in love with her (Y/n),” He sighs, “God, I really am in love with her.”

Your heart dropped instantly to the floor, mocking you as it shattered into a thousand pieces and convinced you to try to act normal around him.

“I can’t explain the feeling,” He admits, “But it’s like every piece of her is just-“

“Perfect,” You finish for him, “I get it.”

“I don’t know what to do, she’s going to New York. She’ll be half way across the world, meeting all of these new people that could give her a thousand times the amount I can. They’ll all be just as smart, as wise, as caring, ambitious as she is. And I’ll just be a boy from high school that was never really worth it.”

“Guzmán don’t say that,” You stop him, taking a deep breath and pushing all of your feelings down to solely be a friend to him, “She couldn’t ask for anyone better. I know you don’t fit into the criteria that she would’ve expected from a boy she’ll spend the rest of her life with, or who’d be the person she fell for. But how could she not have any feelings for you? You make her see the world differently, you’ve been there for her through a lot, and you make her a better person - even whilst you’re convincing her that it’s impossible.”

You know you’re not talking about Nadia anymore but it doesn’t matter.

“Guzmán, don’t say you’re not enough for her. You’re more than enough for any girl that you’d fall for.”

He swallows the lump in his throat and smiles lightly at you, “I need to talk to her.”

“Yeah, definitely,” You nod with a smile, “I think you need to tell her exactly what you’ve just told me. She’s the one that needs to hear it.”

He takes a deep breath, reaching out an arm and pulling you into him, “What would I do without you, ay?”

You feel the tears bubbling behind your eyes and force yourself to hold them back with everything in you.

“Oh, wait,” He pulls away, “What was it you wanted to tell me?”

You look between each of those sharp eyes that look so much brighter now he’d told you how he felt.

“Just that I’m gonna miss you Guzmán.”

He chuckles and pulls you back into him, “You’re not losing me. I’ll be over at Oxford and you’ll be back home all the time. I promise.”

It pains you but you know that wont be the case. How could it be? How could you go another day knowing that his heart would always belong to somebody else? You couldn’t even consider the thought of coming home and him telling you updates on Nadia, gushing over how proud he was and knowing he’d never speak that way about you. Maybe you should’ve realised how you felt sooner, confessed it all to him before he even met her. But part of you knew that would never be enough. To him, she was perfect. And you’d never reach that level. You’d never hold his heart the way that she managed to without even trying. You’d never be her.

“Come on, let’s go inside,” He encourages, going to walk in, “You coming?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right behind you,” You tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, “I just promised my Mum I’d call her when we got here.”

He frowns a little but nods anyway and walks inside, shoulders held high.

Yours, on the other hand, drop like the heaviest of weights has knocked you back to the floor. You couldn’t go in there. You couldn’t see everyone and smile for photos and laugh with a drink in your hand. You couldn’t celebrate leaving behind a school where you felt like your whole time there had been a lie. And you couldn’t face Guzmán again, knowing that you’d been completely on the edge of confessing it all and he’d knocked you back before you could. You instead find yourself trailing the walk home, completely alone. And all you can think about is getting as far away from Las Encinas as possible. No. As far away from Guzmán.