I hold my boyfriend and he utters a few little words.

"I love you Will."
Immediately I picture my best friend.
My best friend Nico standing there in shredded jeans and a band t-shirt.
I sigh and my boyfriend flips over.
"Will? Is everything ok? Is it to soon?"

"N-no it's just I-
Malcom there's not really a great way to say this-"

"Your in love with Nico I know. Everyone knows. You can just see it when you look at him. And at night I know your pretend I'm him. You whisper his name a lot."

"Malcom I'm sorry."

"Don't be," He says bitterly. "I know that Nico is..."

"He's not any better than you Malcom he's just different, any other guy would be happy to have you. I'm just... I've liked him for a long time."

"Gods you're so... ugh." And with that Malcom stands up, puts his shirt on and leaves.