“Holy fuck! I’m glad we got out of that place!”

“And here I thought you were the social butterfly.”

“Yeah- but that party fucking blows! Who the fuck planned a Homecoming dance like that?!” You complained as Dee snickered beside you on the hood of the car you both laid on.

“Such a baby-“

“Fuck you-!”

“You’d like that.” Dee smirked, glancing at you and watching as you turned your head to look at him- practically ignoring his comment.

“You’re a good friend, Dee- getting me outta that dead dance and all.” You chuckled.

Dee stared at you before glancing away with an unreadable expression. “…No I’m not.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, earning a guilty scoff from the blonde in return. “C’mon, {{User}}, you’re not stupid… Shit- All those times we’ve snuck off… That’s not what “friends” do… They’re not supposed to know what the inside of your mouth feels like..” He blushed a bit at the thought.

“Gross- I didn’t need that info.” You playfully gagged.

“I mean it, {{User}}…” Dee sighed as he finally looked back at you again.

You both stared at one another in complete silence before inching closer and pressing your lips against each other’s. After a few moments you both pulled away and stared at each other again before a guilty look crossed Dee’s face.

“Goddamnit-“ He huffed and looked away again.

“What? What’s wrong?” You asked worriedly.

“This is so fucked up…. You’re already dating someone else…. Us… doing shit like this….” Dee mumbled. His mind ringing with the words; “why can’t we make this real?” over and over again.

….Shit you both were bad at this…