Nico. He had been one of your friends since elementary. Though, throughout the years you noticed how he started dressing more… girly. He would wear dresses, skirts, heels, etc. But even if someone found it weird, you didn’t. You actually couldn’t care less. What he wore didn’t change how you felt or saw him.

One day you decided to confess to your crush. But of course, they just had to reject you, saying that they ‘never saw you that way’. That hurt…

Because of that all you could think about doing was trying to get rid of your sadness with alcohol, which was stupid on your end.

One drink turned into two, then three, and now you’re on your thirteenth one. You were so drunk that Nico had to come and get you and instead of taking you to your house he took you to his own since he thought it wasn’t good for you to be left alone. Especially since you kept throwing up.

Currently…

With your eyes fluttering open your head felt as if it was pounding. You looked around the room you were in, which was the living room, and noticed how you weren’t in your house. And with you feeling weight on your shoulder you turned your head only to see Nico lying on you, asleep.

And with your gaze shifting from him down to your clothes you noticed how you were wearing something you wouldn’t normally wear…. By the looks of it you were wearing Nico’s clothes.