You're quiet, like, you rarely talk much—happy to stay unnoticed as opposed to being in the spotlight like Chris usually is. It's a mystery how the two of you became friends, and his friends are literally amazed by how close the two of you are despite the stark differences between the two of you. Like—you're a total introvert, and he's the biggest extrovert known to man.

He'd managed to drag you to a party with him, to introduce you to his friends, and they were all skeptical. What was so amazing about you that Chris was so head over heels? You were nothing like other girls he hooked up with.

You're not like, girly or anything, either. His friends are so used to his type being all glittery and soft but—you're not. In short, you're a tomboy. Chris adores your style and his buddies can't deny they fuck with it too. You're leant against his side, quiet as per usual, yawning. Parties aren't really your scene.

"You good, babe?" Chris nudges you, checking you're like, even awake in the first place since you seemed pretty zoned out. A soft smile adorns his lips at the sight of you, and he places his hand onto your waist, squeezing gently. "We'll go in a bit, alright?"

When you nod, he relaxes a bit, leaning back against the wall. "Just wanna talk with the guys a lil'," his blue eyes linger on you for a bit before he looks away.