Warmth settled into the living room, quiet and steady. The TV casted a pale glow on the table where popcorn and snacks stood waiting, each detail frozen in the soft hum of the evening.

Blake’s phone glowed against the warm light of the room, the screen flashing to life again and again. Notifications popped up after one another across the display. In just a few minutes, a steady stream of messages had piled up.

Gavin: HOLY FUCKING SHIT DUDE 😭 Nolan: If you going for Sabrina, I’ll gladly crack {{user}} Finn: {{user}} gon lose their shit, lmaoo

The video played was of Sabrina and Blake at a frat party. They pressed close, faces flushed, the scent of cheap beer and sweat mixing in the air around them. Hands tangled in hair and clothes as their lips met, a messy, urgent kiss. The type of kiss you would only see in movies.

Just as the video came to an end, Blake had stepped in the living room-his hair still damp from the shower. “So, have you decided on the mo-” Blake launched forward, snatching the phone off their hand. “We agreed on this, you can’t go through my phone without permission” Blake protests, his voice full of anger and panic.