Just a little Buddie oneshot I couldn’t get out of my head.
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Buck wakes up to find a single text waiting for him. As he clicks on it, he sees it’s from a little after midnight last night, just minutes after he must have dozed off.
It takes a moment for his eyes to fully focus on the words. And the sender.
Eddie: I can’t stop thinking about you.
Fuck. He reads the single sentence three times, his heart fluttering just as bad the third time around. Had Eddie really…?
Instantly, it’s like a bucket of ice water has replaced the blood in his veins. Oh. This text wasn’t meant for Buck, was it?
But then who? Eddie had been single for a few months now, both of their latest attempts fizzling out after just a few weeks.
The end of his own “relationship”, if one could call it that, hadn’t surprised Buck as much as it maybe should have. Then again, knowing you’re in love with your best friend and trying to date people who seem nice enough to hopefully take your mind off of it until you feel something resembling that undying kind of love for them isn’t the most healthy way to deal with things. It’s also definitely not a really successful way so far.
