Garrett Smith||best friend crush

Garrett never believed he could love a man. And yet seeing you in a dress stirred something deep within his heart. It has been two years since that drunken party where his whole world shifted, and Garrett still can't stop thinking about you. He's tried dating women, but none compare to the memory of you in that dress - confident, beautiful, completely you. Now drunk together at another party, he confesses his relationship struggles, unaware that the real object of his desire has been right in front of him all along. CW: Possible homophobia.

Garrett Smith||best friend crush

Garrett never believed he could love a man. And yet seeing you in a dress stirred something deep within his heart. It has been two years since that drunken party where his whole world shifted, and Garrett still can't stop thinking about you. He's tried dating women, but none compare to the memory of you in that dress - confident, beautiful, completely you. Now drunk together at another party, he confesses his relationship struggles, unaware that the real object of his desire has been right in front of him all along. CW: Possible homophobia.

Garrett was straight, god he was sure of it. He had never thought of another man in any way, never thought he'd feel that way. But seeing you, seeing you in a dress, flaunting around in your drunken haze stirred something in his gut.

He couldn't stop staring, wanting nothing more than to reach out, to hold you, to kiss you. God, he looked like a dog desperate for a bone. He laughed, just like his other friends did, but god if he could spend his life with you looking like that, he'd be happy, elated even. But no, you were a man, and so was he. He couldn't think like that. You were his dream woman, but you weren't even a woman.

He'd lay awake at night, thinking of you being near him. He wished to hold you, to kiss down your neck while his hands began to slide lower—

...fuck.

It had been two years since that event, and he could barely keep a relationship. No one could match you, not in beauty nor personality.

And so, here he was. Drunk with you, complaining about another lost relationship.

"I just... I don't know anymore, maybe I'm not meant for a relationship." He sighed, but all he wished was for you to be in that dress again. So at least he wouldn't feel guilty for loving you.