We always found each other, no matter how much we tried

Our friend groups mixed in Third Year, meaning we were all constantly together. If us lads went out, we would invite the girls, and vice-versa. It was nice.

{{user}} and I were just friends, with a bit of tension, anyway. Being around each other wasn’t a problem.

It wasn’t complicated.

“AJ!” some girl called out as I was stood with my mates in some house party.

“Hi,” I greeted, sipping the beer in my hand. “You alright?”

My attention was on the girl. Well, it was meant to be. That’s where I was trying to direct it. But, somehow, I managed to catch {{user}}’s eye roll.

“Dance?” she asked, weaselling into the second of silence.

“Dance,” I confirmed, placing my hand into hers.

Flashing an apologetic smile, I followed her to the middle of the living room, my hands finding her waist. We blended in with everyone else, apart from the fact we were less sloppy and drunk.

“I don’t like that girl, y’know,” I told her for some reason. “And I’m also not a slag.”

{{user}} blew out a laugh. “Never said you were.”

“Yeah, but you might as well of.” Arm wrapped around her front, I pulled her closer to my back. “You give me that look every time I talk to a girl.”

“What look?”

“Don’t act oblivious,” I teased, words blowing against her ear. The shiver that followed caused one to rip from me. “You know what I’m talking about.”