~The Best Friend~ Scotland x Reader Ch. 1

"Have you ever loved someone...

that was so close to you before....

but they were in love with someone else?

That's the life of the best friend."


~Allistor Kirkland


Chapter 1: The Boy


It all started in 7th Grade. That was when you met him.

You were woken up by your cat, Creamy, climbing on top of your body, stretching. "C'mon, [Name]! You're gonna be late for school! You're back from Spring Break, after all!" Your mom called. You opened your eyes, rubbing them, then looking at the alarm clock. 8:00. The bus came at 8:15. "OH SHI-" You pulled off the covers and ran to your dresser, pulling out your school uniform and pulling it on. You then threw on socks and your black school shoes, grabbed your bookbag and phone, then ran downstairs.

Your mom handed you a poptart, and you popped a piece of it into your mouth. "Have a good day at school, sweetie. Don't flirt with any boys!" She said, gicing you a fake evil eye. You laughed, swallowing the last of your poptart, and running outside to see the bus pulled up at the stop. "WAAAAIT!" You yelled, the bus driver then spotting you and taking her foot off of the gas. You climbed on, taking a seat in the very back. You wiped the sweat off of your forehead, panting as the vehicle quickly left the stop. You then got a text on your phone. "Remember, honey, today is daddy's birthday. Be sure to give him a call." You texted your mom back with an 'OK', and put the phone in your bookbag, where it would be silent for the rest of the day.

The school was empty, since your bus would always be there first. You walked straight into your classroom, giving your teacher a kind wave. You were always polite to the teachers, since the other classmates would always be chaotic and rude. Your class was 90% attitude, and 80% female. Guess what that resulted in? As you sat down, you noticed there was no morning work on the board. All that it said was, "Welcome, new classmate!" You looked around the room, you were the first one there. Normally, in your school, if a new student was to come in the middle of the year, they would have to show up super early to get the rundown from their teacher, especially in Middle School. You wondered why you were the first one there.

Students piled in, none of them your friends. The others called you odd since you liked everything different. They liked pop music, you liked (favorite music genre; if it's pop, put in second favorite genre). They liked chaos, you liked peace. Simple. Soon, everyone else was there, but there was an empty desk right beside you. You kept to yourself and decided to draw, until the teacher called everyone's attention. You averted your head up, to see the teacher standing in front of the room, a boy behind her. He was long and lanky, with crimson colored hair and emerald eyes. He obviously looked like he was shy around new people, since he didn't make eye contact with anyone. "Children, this is Allistor, your new classmate. He's from Scotland, so don't make fun of his accent. Allistor, your seat is right next to [Name], in the back." Allistor nodded, and he immediately walked to the back of the classroom, next to your seat. As he walked, you could see and hear the other children make faces and call him names. Allistor sat down, and you smiled at him. "Hi, I'm [Name]." You said, holding out your hand. He looked up, and hesitantly shook your hand. "Allistor...Allistor Kirkland." He smiled sheepishly, blushing a bit. "Class, take your time to socialize with Allistor and welcome him. Math starts at 9:00. [Name], I trust that you'll show Allistor around and show him the ropes, correct?" "Correct, Miss [Teacher's Name]." And with that, your teacher left, probably to get coffee.

"So you're from Scotland? I've always wanted to go there." You said, trying to make conversation. "It's not much...there's a lot of water and dark weather...but of course there's Loch Ness. I've believed in Nessie ever since I could talk." He said. "Really? Me too! Nessie exists, I know it!" You replied, smiling wider. Allistor's eyes widened, and he grinned. "One day, I'm going to prove that she exists. My brother Dylan won't laugh at me anymore." "You have brothers? I have an older sister named Alexia. She's a real snob, to tell you the truth." You said, thinking about your older sister, who was perfect in everyone else's eyes. She was pretty, with bleach blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. She was in her freshman year of highschool, and she even already had a boyfriend. Go figure. "Yeah, I have 4 brothers. Dylan is a year younger than me, Seamus and Rory are both 11, and Arthur is 10." He took out something from his bookbag, and showed him with a picture of what you assumed to be his brothers and mom. "That's Dylan." He pointed to a boy with somewhat red hair (like red hair as in orange red hair). "He's Welsh, those two are Seamus and Rory." He pointed to two kids who looked very cheery and mischeivous. They had light green eyes, and hair darker than Allistor's. "And that little guy is Arthur, who's with Mama." He pointed to a blonde boy with thick eyebrows, clutching onto the dress of a woman with crimson hair like Allistor's and pretty, soft green eyes. "All I have is my mom, my sister, and my white cat, Creamy." You said. "What happened to your dad? Mine is nowhere to be found. Mama said that he walked out on us right after she got pregnant." "My parents are divorced. I see Daddy every other weekend. On that side, it's just me, him, and my Stepmom. Today's my dad's birthday!" "Oh, that's nice. Tell him I said 'happy birthday." He smiled, and you grinned. "I will. Thanks, Allistor. Hey, at recess, do you maybe want to play with me? I'm going to go look for monkey fruit!" "Uh...sure....I guess...."

In English, you were going to give Allistor a rundown of what the first project was. "So, what you're going to do is interview a classmate while they interview you. You're then going to write 3 paragraphs on what you learned from them, what you like about them, then overall what you think about them. You can interview me." You said, taking out the form and showing it to him. "O-Okay.....do you want to start?" "Sure!"

You found out that you and Allistor had a lot of stuff in common. You both liked monsters, you didn't get along with your siblings very well, you both listened to the same kind of music, and you both thought Legend of Zelda was an awesome vide game series. "So, what did you write for your paragraphs?" You asked, trying to take a peek. He pushed you away lightly. "Don't look! It's a secret that only the teacher can see!" He giggled. You rolled your eyes. "What do you think of your partner?" You looked at him, smugly. "Oh, [Name]! You have a phone call from your father!" Miss [Teacher's Name] called over to you, before Allistor could say what he thought of you. You walked over and picked up the phone, talking to your dad about his birthday and other chatter. Allistor sat on the floor, looking at his paper. "I really like her..."


~5 Years Later~


"[Name]! [Name]! Where are you?! [Name]! Open up!" A voice said, banging on your front door. You got up from the couch and tossed the blanket off. "Geez, Alli. Don't you ever get tired from all that pounding?" You said, opening the door. Allistor stood there, giving you a 'Well, at least I don't-' look. "Just let me in, lass. Today you PROMISED that we were going to play Resident Evil." He said, holding up the game case. You took the game and motioned for him to come in. "I don't even get why you play this with me, anyway. Isn't Alfred the master of video games?" You asked, popping the game into your Wii. "You know Alfred, Mr. OHMIGAWD-ZOMBIES-ARE-GOING-TO-TAKE-OVER-THE-WORLD-AND-I-CAN'T-EVEN-WATCH-THE-HAUNTED-MANSION-WITHOUT-SCREAMING-AND-CRYING-TO-ARTHUR." Allistor said, walking to your kitchen. "Sure, you can have a soda." You said, rolling your eyes. "Alli, what am I going to do with you?" "Don't call me that...you know I hate it..." You smirked. "Lighten up, lad." "DON'T SAY THAT, EITHER."

"So I'm thinking about asking out Francis tomorrow." You said, as you shot down a hoard of zombies. "You know I don't like him, [Name]. Something about him just rubs me the wrong way." Allistor replied, shooting down the spiders behind you. "He's a nice guy, Alli. You just need to learn to trust more people once in awhile. You said the same thing when I went out with Hendrik." You rang. Allistor paused the game and looked at you. "And what did Hendrik turn out to be?" "Not saying it." "C'mon, you know I'm right." "You sound like my father." "SAY IT!" You sighed, putting your palm to your forehead. "A Dutch man who did drugs and said other women's names in his sleep." "Not to mention Emma's brother, and you never go out with your best friend's sibling." You scoffed. "And that's your excuse to stay away from Alexia?" Allistor stood up and put his hands on his hips. "Like I said before, I don't go for slutty women. Your sister looks like she belongs on one of those playboy magazines. No offense, of course." "None taken. I hate my sister with a burning passion." You replied, putting your hands up in surrender, but of course you didn't mean it that way. "Still, I think the only reason you made that rule was because you didn't want me going out with Dylan." You smirked. Allistor's mouth dropped. "YOU MEAN YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT IT?! WHY?! DYLAN IS JUST...HE'S JUST....DYLAN!" You laughed and ran up to your room, laughing maniacally. Of course your redheaded friend chased you, pounding on your door. You still laughed, since making Allistor Kirkland angry was always so hysterical. "Oh Alli, what am I going to do with you?"