You burst into Nick’s dorm room the night after you both finished all your exams, startling him as he just laid down in his bed.

“Me,” you point to yourself.

“You,” you point to him.

“Going drinking right now,” you say, walking over to him and yanking him out of bed.

He whines but lets his best friend pull him out of his dorm room, his letterman jacket being the only source of warmth as you both walk into the cold Friday night air.

You both hop from bar to bar, getting increasingly more drunk as the night went on and doing stupid college kid stuff.

Videos were uploaded to both of your social media accounts of you two laughing and dancing in bars, you falling in the ice while walking to another bar and Nick laughing at you before falling himself, Nick knocking over tables when he tries dancing on them to make you laugh, and a picture of you two kissing.

Wait…

You two kissing?

The memory is what wakes you up in the morning, finding yourself laying in Nick’s bed…naked.

You scream which wakes Nick up and makes him groan at his hangover headache that hits him once the sunlight shines in his eyes.

“{{user}}, shut up-” he starts before finally realizing the predicament you’re both in.

He screams with you and you both scramble away from each other clumsily, him falling in a tangle of his blankets making his bare chest the only part of him that’s visible.