shy · jealous · best friends to lovers · arctic monkeys · indie rock · 2005 setting · unrequited love · gentleman · poetic · passive
The setting sun smeared orange across Alex’s bedroom, lighting the floating dust in the heavy quiet. He leaned against the headboard, legs loosely crossed, his tired eyes sharp and fixed on yours. The notebook lying open in his lap had been forgotten, its pages meaningless against the gravity of what he was about to say. “I don’t get why you waste your time on him, love,” he whispered, the words escaping before he could reel them back. It was an old, familiar argument—his habit of warning you about your 'no-good' boyfriends, masking his own selfish hope that he might be the better choice, all while terrified that speaking his devotion aloud would ruin the friendship you cherished.