Confessions

Warnings: none.

1962 words

This is based off of a TV show that I watched. The Mentalist. So yeah 😁

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•few weeks ago•

You and Tyler have been best friends for a while. You two would do everything together, bowl together, watch movies together, and have sleepovers together.

Ever since you were little you've had a thing for him, but he didn't seem to like you back.  Literally AT ALL. No signs had pointed that he did, and nothing that he's said has hinted to it either.

Sometimes you wondered why he even was your friend. Why be friends with you if it's just as friends? What's the point? What's that going to go?

Those were the thoughts in your mind, but you quickly got rid of them. You can't think like that, because you're happy being his friend just as you would be happy being more than that.

Stop dreaming Y/N. It'll never happen. You thought to yourself.

•present day•

Today you got a job offer in LA. That's a long ways from Columbus, Ohio. Tyler has asked for you to accompany him to Taco Bell.

You decided that you're gonna tell him then. It'll be hard for how much time you guys spend together, but it has to be done. You weren't even sure if you were going to take the offer. You were going to wait to ask Tyler, he gives the best advice.

When you arrive you spot Tyler and wave to him, sitting down.

"Hello, Y/N" He says, giving you a small smile. He smile back, and nod your head.

"So I have some news." You began.

"Good or bad?"

"Um, well I'm not sure. The news is that I got a job offer in LA and I might take it." You smile at him warmly, but his smile fades. His face looks pale as if he was just hit in the gut. So your smile fades too. "Tyler? Are you okay?" You wait for a response but don't get one so you continue. "It pays good money, and I know it's really far away, but I think it'll be good. A fresh start y'know?"

"You want a fresh start? Why is this getting old for you?" He mumbles, you can tell my his tone he seems a little mad. You furrow your eyebrows. That isn't what you were expecting.

"Well, no-"

"Well, then fine. Take the job, leave me here it's fine." He finally looks up at you, anger in his eyes and he flings his arms into the air.

"Tyler..."

"You know what? Just leave." He raises his voice, turning some heads. He points to the door. You gulp, and your heart sinks into your chest, and you feel like crying. What is wrong with him today? You gulp down the tears, and put on the best angry face you can. You weren't really angry but he has no reason to treat you that way.

"Fine. I was actually going to ask if I should take it. But I guess it doesn't matter anymore." You turn your head and walk away before you can see his reaction. You wouldn't be able to deal with it.

•time of flight•

You excepted the job and the flight was today. It had been 3 days since your fight with Tyler's and he has been trying to contact you nonstop. You weren't mad at first, but now thinking about it you really were.

You declined all of them, and turned off your phone.

You had everything packed, and you were ready to go. You sigh of relief, it always feels good when you get something stressful out of the way with.

•Tyler's POV•

I didn't mean it. I really didn't. The truth is I love her, and hearing the possibility of never being able to see her ever again scared me. I need her in my life, and at first I thought she felt the same until she told me about that job.

I felt like she was taking the job to get away from me. Now thinking about it it sounds stupid. But it was how I felt when I yelled at her.

I hit on her contact name, and the phone goes straight voicemail. Her voicemail was the cutest thing ever.

"Dunder Mifflin this is Pam." She would try to say as professional as possible, but end up snort giggling for a moment. "No, I'm kidding it's Y/N. If you have a message leave it at the beep." And this is where I come in when I ran up behind her and did a loud high pitch 'beeeeepp' sound. The voicemail ends with Y/N and I laughing hysterically.

I sigh and put my phone on my lap. The only thing I know is that she's going to leave for LA today. I wish there was some way I could contact her and stop her-

Wait, what if I go and find the plane? Yes, I'll get on the plane and wait for her. Once she's on the plane she'll have nothing else to do but listen to my confession.

I quickly jump up and run to get my shoes and keys and run to the car.

I still try to phone her on the way there, but with no luck I slap my phone on the arm rest.

"damn it!" I mumble in frustration.

Once I arrive at the air port I run inside and ask the desk where the LA flight is. When she tells me I run to the line where the lady checks for tickets. I cut in line and tell everyone sorry.

"I need to get on that plane." I demand.

"Ticket." The lady replies blankly unfazed.

"I- I'm FBI and I need to get on that plane." I try to make up an excuse but the lady raises an eyebrow.

"Badge then." She reaches her hand out.

"I- it's in my car..." I wait but the lady still isn't convinced. I groan before taking off the other way.

There has to be a way on that plane.

"Ohio to LA leaving in 5 minutes." The speakers say.

I swear I've never ran faster in my life. I run out the doors and behind the building.

There it is I see the plane. Even though I'm out of breath I run faster, but of course there's a fence. I climb the fence and jump over, but I don't land right. My ankle twists and I groan in pain.

"Ah... no." I grunt, but I get up quickly. I can't miss my chance. I limp slightly, before getting used to it and running again to the plane.

I see the flight attendant almost close the plane door but I jump up on the steps and pound at the plane door. She finally opens it with a confused look on her face.

I sigh with relief, finally being able to stop running. My ankle hurts but I don't pay attention to that. All I pay attention is to gaze through the faces of the people.

My eyes land on her. The beautiful, (Y/H/C) haired,

(Y/E/C) eyes, and (Y/S/C) skin. She's looking out the window.

"Y/N." I say out of breath, gulping the lump in my throat from running.

She turns her head and her eyes go wide.

"Tyler..."

"There you are."

"What are you doing?"

"I need you to listen to me, there's something I need to say."

"I don't want to talk to you go away." She says harshly, turning her head to the window again. I ignore her and continue, she has to hear this. Even if she doesn't feel the same.

"Listen I know I haven't been the best to you. And I understand that I yelled at you for no reason, and I avoided the mere thought of ever liking you any more than a friend." I began with passion. She turned her head to me to look at me. "It's all to avoid the truth of how I feel." My voice becomes lower, but I keep my voice steady and clear. Tears threatening to burst. "The thought of letting anyone close to me in that way is- is terrifying," I look down, but then back up. "But the truth is, Y/N, the truth is that I can't imagine waking up knowing I won't see you." My voice becomes shaky at just the thought, and I take a moment  to gulp the tears down.

"The truth is... the truth is that I love you, Y/N." I look away and let out a sigh of relief. "Phew, you have no idea how good that feels to say out loud. And it's the truth. It is the truth of what I feel." My voice is now croaking, and I'm struggling to keep back tears.

"I- it's too late, Tyler. I can't." Y/N says, herself holding back tears.

"Maybe, maybe. But I needed to say it, and you deserve to hear it." I nod my head, and look down. I had a feeling this would happen, and to be honest I'm okay with it as long as she knows I love her.

I look to my right to see security guards coming on the plane to escort me out of the plane and probably to the police station.

"Hands up, sir." One of them says and I lift my hands up. I quickly turn my head to her to say my last words.

"I love you, Y/N." I say as I feel hands on my shoulder pushing me towards the plane door. "I love you so much! God, I'm so in love with you. It makes me happy to be able to say that to you." They push harder so I turn to starts walking out, limping slightly.

I turn to the staring faces watching me. "I love her. I love that girl on isle 8. You take care of her." I say to no one in particular.

They push me out fo the plane, and take me to security.

•an hour later•

I've been in security for an hour, and they wrapped up my sprained ankle. I lean back in my chair, lifting my head up.

The door opens and closes and someone pads their way to the chair. I don't even bother to look up, it's probably an officer going to ask me questions. I don't plan on talking any time soon.

"Hey." The voice said. The soft voice, that I was dying to hear. Y/N's voice. I holy my head up and look at her in awe.

"You came back." I say simply, not wanting to burst into tears and hug her for the sake of embarrassment.

"Yeah, I didn't really want the job anyways." She shrugged, setting her bag down on the other chair. I smile and stare at her, taking in her beauty. "Say it again."

"Say what again?" I ask, tilting my head a little to the side.

"You know, the whole I love you jazz." She giggles lightly, and I feel my heart melt.

I slowly move my foot to wear I can stand without hurting my injured one, and move closer. She smiles slightly, and I stop and stare at her lips. She nods, and presses her lips to mine.

Oh how I've always wanted to do that.

I lightly grabbed her chin with my fingers while I used my other hand to balance me. I smile into the kiss, and she pulls away giggling.

"I have wanted to do that for a while." We both said in unison. We looked at each other in shock, and then burst into laughter.

Man, I love her.