you and chris are complicated. you met nick in freshman year of college, sitting next to eachother in photography and immediately clicking. he introduced you to his brothers eventually, and now you’re all best friends.

you saw yourself in matt, his struggles, his humour, his gaslighting complex, and his love for literature. and as for chris… you were drawn to his energy. and you two are great friends, but you were drawn to him for… other reasons as well.

he’s on the hockey and lacrosse teams, and along with joining greek life in sophomore year, he found himself with some popularity. and what did he do with that? became a huge slag.

parties during the weekends, choosing his girl of the night, one of them ending up being you. the party chris invited you to, a shared blunt, and suddenly you’re in his bed the next morning.

and you two have been hooking up ever since. it’s now senior year. nick and matt are skeptic, not wanting you to get hurt, but chris is still one of your best friends. it affects nothing.

at least, that’s what you told yourself. chris hadn’t texted you at all this week, and you miss him. him. not just his body.

so you showed up at their apartment, nick and matt being out getting some sort of takeout to bring back. you knew he was home.

he answered the door, furrowing his brows. why were you here?

and you voiced your concerns, saying you missed him. apparently he took that the wrong way. and you said he’d never see you as just a hookup?

“i thought you had a life, kid, jesus christ. n’here you are yappin’ to me about how you haven’t seen me lately just ‘cause we’re fuckin’.”