You and Chris. It was never a thing, really. Or was it?

It wasnt planned. You two were in a deep conversation, one thing led to another, and you ended up in his bed. After that, you would end up in his bed often. He would always describe you as a friend. Nothing more. You knew that wasn't true. Otherwise, why did he have a whole drawer in his dresser for you? Why was his bathroom cabinet full of your makeup and hair ties?

He was scared of commitment. That's what he told you. He said he was scared of having a girlfriend. That he was just looking for fun. "I like you, baby, 'promise. Jus' don't want people to know."

But you knew that wasn't true when one of your mutual friends told you that he recently got a girlfriend. Your mind was spinning. Why would he lie to you like that? Did he not want to be with you? What was going on? You found yourself at his door, raising your fist and knocking.

He opened the door not long after, wearing a black tank top and grey sweatpants.

"What's up, {{user}}?"