"So this—" you try so hard to suppress your laughter, pointing his sunglasses with your index finger, "is what made you go back to your bike?" Finally letting out your laughter, you giggle, "Where do you think you're going?! The beach?!"

He snorts and playfully drags you through the field, "Relaaax~ just a prop to mess with you—just a ritual. But sheesh—see that sunlight? That's why you need to watch those weather forecasts, bro. Anyways, everything I do always has to consist. of logical reasoning. You know I'm not that.." he pauses, racking his brains to justify whatever stunt he just pulled, but you race him through it as you laugh,

"Weird? Freaky? Bizzaro?"

You both finally enter the school hall, adorned with classic minimalist décor from corner to corner. He frowns in disapproval the same time he removes his RayBan from his face and scoffs, "Ha. Funny. Don't even try to fuse the bomb, Winters. You see—"

Releasing you, he adjusts his unbuttoned shirt proudly, and sneers with the most smug face he's ever made, "You wouldn't dare—cross The King of River High, peasant," he boasts. Now that you're face to face, you visibly roll your eyes and cross your hands, challenging his boasting. "Everyone agrees." he adds with an eyebrow raised.

Rolling your eyes in discreet amusement, you skid to a pink decorated locker. However, the moment you see the dangling red lock on the handle.. you pause. Seeing your hesitation, Tyler knitted his eyebrows in disbelief, jeering, "Are you seriously forgetting the combination—" but before he can even continue his protest, the lock opens with a satisfying click.

"Awwwh how cute~ you're mad I forgot about our anniversary?" you retort sarcastically before pulling out several things to your bag as he rolls his eyes in irritation. Finishing, you slam your locker shut, revealing Tyler with his arms folded upon his chest with an annoyed expression.

"Oooh King of River High. I can see that. Rode to school with your brand new Ducati~" you tease, making the most exaggerated worshiping hand movements, playfully flattering him until it looks like hearts pouring out of your eyes, "I mean—look at the looong awaited hair! Wow!" You see, glorifying him has been a sugar to your coffee, a Tom to your Jerry—okay that doesn't make sense. "Our heartthrob scheming to steal some hearts, huh?!" you mock.

Hearing a hint of sarcasm in your claim, he laughs heartily, saying, "Ha—Don't worry. Even when I'm at the top, I never forget about you, Winters," in a swift move, he sandwiches your cheeks with his palms, and squeezes with all he might. His friendship bracelet dangling, grazing your cheeks. Lowering his face to yours, he shouts in glee, "You know you'll always be my favorite peasant~"

Pouting, you mumble between his palms, "Awww, wanna know a secret?" He raises his left eyebrow in amusement, already expecting another one of your comebacks before you finally yell, "You'll always be not my favorite boy!"

Switching on his Oscar-worthy acting skills, he jumps away from you in exaggeration as you rub your cheeks with narrowed eyes. Acting fuming, he shouts, "Ooh, that sounds personal. That's harsh, even for you Em—!"

"INCOMING!"

However, before either of you could react, a blonde haired boy flung his arms around you and Tyler. The voice reminds you of sunshine, yellow, crackers.. Liam.

"Liam Wyatt! Can you tone down your arrivals a little bit?" you giggle in recognition. The boys are already busy with their so-called 'handshake' as you shake your head in amusement, "Sheesh—why you always gotta be so extra?!"

They finally turn to you, Liam grabbing Tyler's shoulder as he remarks, "Emily~ you know you're not the only best friend, rrighttt?" emphasizing the word mockingly as you roll your eyes.

Tyler makes a tired face for this old joke, but you can catch a glimpse of smirk as he sneers, "Language, child."

"Sorry, dad," Liam chuckles while shaking Tyler's shoulders, "just want to show my bro some excitement after the mini school break." Bringing Tyler along, he closes his distance with you. Leaning his face towards you, he whispers, "You know how it is—" but before he can continue, a big palm lands on his forehead, pulling him away from you.

"Hey! Five feet apart!" Tyler shouts in haste as Liam flinches, rubbing his forehead in a frown. You laugh in satisfaction at the scene, sending Liam into a rampage, "GOD! Why are you so boring, bro?! It was even just a—"

"EMILY!"

This time, just by hearing that voice, you already know whose arms circled around you. Light as a feather, but that shrill every time she screams? Whooft—

"EEEK! Can't wait to steal some food from your lunch again!" she yells, both hands propped on your left shoulder. Eve hops up and down in evil excitement as you glare at her in annoyance.

"No way in hell!" you roll your eyes as you chuckle, then switch your attention to Tyler, "Ok remind me why the hyper duo is here again?!" Tyler shrugs his right shoulder and scoffs, still getting rants from on-edge Liam.

Eve curtsies in front of you, clarifying, "To escort you~ to class, Mi Lady." but like a switch, in a swift move, she throws dagger eyes to Tyler and sneers, "and to separate you from him."

Noticing something he can relate to, Liam beams and pushes Tyler as he walks past him and agrees, "Oh wow, Eve! That's actually a brilliant idea! Know what he just did—"

Tyler gives him a side glance as he continues his vent to her. You chuckle at those two, already used to them feeding each other what they usually call 'Vitamin C'. Well.. if they can relate to each other? Good for them.

Tyler ends his side glance by turning to you. And at the sight of you.. his eyes soften. Looking down to slightly shake his head, he chuckles.. then, raising his gaze at you between strands of his hair, he gives you the sweetest crooked grin you'll never.. ever get bored of.

You can't help but let out a giggle at the view. Like magnets, your feet automatically go near, leaving just enough amount of distance between the two of you.

Just how it's supposed to be.

He nudges your cheek playfully like he's in a boxing match, and you comply—throwing your head back as if punched with great force. The two of you chuckle before he finally whispers, 

"See you at recess?"

Grinning ear to ear, you reply,

"See you at recess."

You attempt to grab Eve from Liam's kiss, but the two glued at each other like two fingers after you experimented on your dad's superglue when you were 5. "Alright, that's enough! The bell's ringing in like—3 more minutes!" you yell, and with help from Tyler, you succeed in separating the two, marking your first accomplishment of the year, but not with good reactions from both parties.

"Sheesh you two! Try be in love—!" Wyatt rants but stops in the middle of his sentence as a realization hits him.. before he raises an eyebrow to spill, "Or.. are you both in love?"

"Oh shut up, Liam."

Both of you shout at the same time as you struggle to drag each of them away from each other. "Well—try walking in our shoes then—!" Liam rants, again, but with Eve already in your hands, you have the upper hand—and drag her away.

"Bye weirdos!"

So, Eve and Liam?

Yes, they were kissing, and yes,

They're married.

Soon, though, lol. Liam hasn't popped the question yet. God, why do I still have to hear her rant like this when all I ever do, is for the sake of our lives? She knows how Mr. Bert is!

Still dragging Eve to the other direction as the boys, you turn around one last time.. to see Tyler, along with Liam, already surrounded by a pack of students as they head to Classroom V. Not just students though. Janitors, teachers, birds, even those mice that've been hiding behind these walls. You almost thought maybe he's Snow White all along.

Yeah, so.. it's always been like that. He's always been like that. The popular kid. The social butterfly. Everybody—I repeat, everybody loves him.

The King of River High? Yeah, he's not lying.

While me? It's not that I'm a sociopath. I just really enjoy everything alone, pretty much everyday. Okay maybe I am, but—I have my reasons, I mean—I'm an INFJ ya'll! My kind is only 1.5% in this whole wide earth! I repeat. One. Point. Five. Percent.

And yes, I'm still proud about that.

But nah, kidding. Sometimes I'm an INFJ, sometimes I'm an ENFJ—I'm an ambi, but—see? Still, a complete opposite of him. He's the real definition of an E.

I still go to parties though. In spite of the fact that.. yes, you guessed right. Still need so many dragging sessions from Tyty.

I know I've only shown his 'normal' side of him for the last 5 minutes. Do not. be fooled, everyone. There's nothing. nothing, more accurate than to describe him as an annoying, asshead. Ok let me elaborate, who the real Tyler Cavill is.

He pranks me all the time.

Oh, he could play sax, yes, so dreamy oh my God~

But in my case..

Once upon a time, on a serene morning.. A princess lied down in her soft.. delicate bed. Closing her eyes to the melodious chirping of birds outside the sill window. A beam of holy light pierced gently through the room as she thought, "Oh how wonderful my life is—"

BUUUUP!

It's just another tool to annoy me.

Yes, he used to wake me with that saxophone forged by Lucifer himself. And middle school was his peak—so can you imagine—middle school was pretty much.. how should I phrase it—

Hell.

Yeah, let's just put it at that. Maybe I should thank God that this beginning of high school kind of tamed him. Possibly, this could relate with him being more popular and all that heartthrob title and shit. But worry not. Believe it or not, I have a card to use because—

He sneezes like a dragon. I swear—see how those dragons in Game of Thrones roar? That's him, not even joking. This used to be my card to put him in his place. Oh sorry, forgot to mention, used to. You know what he'll do whenever I bring this up?

Sugarcane.

"Em I swear if you bring this up in front of them once more, you can kiss sugarcane byebye." "Em, shut the hell up. Ok you know what? I'm not in the mood for sugarcane anymore."

Since he won't buy me any sugarcane whenever I bring this up.. let's.. forget about this one.

"That one!"

His index finger pointed at some people flying in the air with great speed. Averting your eyes, you see the queue snaking past the railing. The screams from those on the ride made you gulp. As for him.. his eyes sparkled like a boy getting his toy for the first time. "Let's ride that one—" he suggested, turning to you with the biggest grin and cheered,

"That Rollercoaster of Hell!"

He loves the amusement parks. To death.

Unfortunately, for the weak hearted like me—nevertheless, he always drags me to ride those extreme rides for the rest of the day, so—RIP me.

Ok, I know he's maddening almost at all times..

Ivory Carpet spread beneath you. Its soft feathers tickled you with care, as if whispering sweet nothings beneath your every move. Slowly, you opened your eyes, vision still blurring, a slight burn from your sudden wake. Adjusting your head upon a soft piece of fabric, you found yourself just mere inches from someone's neck.

An adam apple danced with each peaceful breath. You raised your head, hoping to get clearer vision. You gazed for a moment as you adjusted your eyes to the view, and when it settled, you raised your eyes higher..

But.. despite everything I told you..

It's Cavill, eyes closed in peace. Nobody would dare to disturb that peace. A warm smile played on your lips as the realization dawned upon you. There you both were. Peacefully nestled next to each other, a serene aftermath following a spirited argument over whether the Yankees or Dodgers would claim victory. With a tender adjustment of your arm, you shifted onto your side, stealing a quiet moment to watch him sleep. You knew it's a bit of a stalker move.. but you thought to yourself..

He's just a softie.

Putting a tray filled with burgers and coke, he sat across from you in the booth. He reached and took a big bite, not minding the juices and sauces dripping on the corners of his mouth. "Awh! Cute~ cute Tyty~" you squeezed his cheeks in adoration as he squinted his eyes on you, annoyed.

He eats in pouts.

"Bad at math but I still hit!"

"RIVERS!"

The Rivers form a circle around a trio with their white caps nestled upon their heads. In the middle, Tyler runs in the middle of the circle, hyping their teammates as they make a howling shouts—before skids to step out of the circle with a ball in hand, making all of them make a curve around him. Until finally everyone chants the final line,

"HIT THE LOG AND I WILL HIT—RIVERS!"

And Tyler tosses the ball lightly into the air and swings his bat, sending the ball soaring far into the field! The entire field erupts in cheers! Tyler pretends to shield his eyes with his hand as if looking far into the distance for the ball, acting very cocky while his friends push him playfully. Watching him as you roll your eyes in amusement, somehow, your eyes meet his. Between the crowd, he winks at you, before giving you a devilish smile and turning back to his roaring teammates.

He's.. ok can't deny it he's cool when he's baseballing.

"HEY! Why you betray me?!" he shouted as he slammed the black joystick out of his hands. You laughed guiltily as you hid your face behind your white joystick, "Hehe, sorry bro~ needed that to level up—"

We love playing together.

Tyler tackled your annoying hand from his cheeks repeatedly as you giggled, "I'm sorry, Tyty~ I'm sorry please don't be mad~" He winced in disgust and kept tackling, but not until.. "I'll buy you more burgers!" you shouted the same time Tyler grabbed your hands, putting you in place. He stared at you in suspicion.. but in a flash, it turned into a sinister smile as he roared,

"For a whole week!"

"What the—don't push it!" you lunged at his chuckling, annoying self, with twitching hands still held by him. As the table had turned, you argued with all you might, while he laughed in satisfaction and victory.

So.. My parents won't let me buy a PS5, and so every once in a while.. he lets me play in his room. In secret, of course. But anyway, as you guessed, a few burgers later..

Pink iPhone stood upright against a filled water bottle with camera on. "We look so silly!" you giggled, both were already dancing over Tommy Richman's Million Dollar Baby trend enthusiastically. Cavill moved sloppily—maybe thinking he got all the swag already in mind, while you nailed the move in a serious manner. After you reached your phone to have your second take, Tyler started by exaggerating the move as you laughed hysterically.

You'll see us dancing to Tiktok moves together. Yes, one minute we're arguing, one minute we're already doing a Tiktok dance. That's life, fellas. Our life.

We always hang out at our favorite spot. A beautiful park near the lake. Oh you really got to see them in Winter, so. freaking. beautiful.

Still in your high school uniform, you sit side by side near the lake, an arm resting lazily on his shoulder while your left palm supports your body. The ambient light, dim yet sparkling, hung from the gracefully bowing branches of the surrounding trees.

Tyler, lounging with his legs extending towards the lake, supports himself with hands placed casually behind him. With his head tilting to the side lazily, you see him smiling, serene drawn all over his gorgeous face.

And what do we do here, you say? Unimportant things, honestly. We talk about school.. life.. crushes. Chilling.. eating a bunch of burgers—with sugarcanes, of course. But most importantly..

Taking out your phone, you place your right Airpod in your ear. Feeling the weight of your arm lifted on his shoulder, he glances at you as you lie down. Following suit, he adjusts himself upon the grass, and you gently place your left Airpod in his left ear. You rest your arms on your stomach the same time he places his hands under his head as a pillow, the two of you lay side by side. Just two bestfriends staring at the shimmering majestic tree..

We usually just lay down on the stone pavings. Put out the Airpods, one on each of our ears, and play Comethru by Jeremy Zucker. Our song.

So yeah—he might be annoying.. and protective—and clingy, the list goes on.. But I love him. Like—like a brother of course! Please—like my childhood friend.. Like.. my partner in crime..

Tyler turns to you with a gentle smile plastered on his face. In a soft, low voice, he whispers..

"Hey,"

Returning the smile, you turn to him, lifting your eyebrows in response. He held up his pinkie to you as he mutters,

"Bestfriends?"

Feeling warmth spread all over your body, you tilt your head and gaze at him with a twinkle in your eyes. You close your eyes and nudge your head on his shoulder before directing your attention on his lonely outstretched pinkie. Gently brushing your pinkie to his, Tyler intertwines your fingers together firmly, before turning his soft gaze towards you..

to hear you whisper,

"Forever."

He's my bestfriend forever.

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