You told Tucker that it was a bad idea.

He knew it was a bad idea.

You both went along with it anyway.

Tucker’s your friend. He’s been your friend for the last two years or so. Excepting that one time the whole internet thought you were dating, you’d never thought of him in any way other than your funny musician friend.

Until about thirteen hours ago.

Tucker was performing at the Gov Ball, and you were going to come out as Sally during Sally, When The Wine Runs Out. He’d wanted a way to spice it up a bit. You’d said, as a joke — definitely as a joke — What if we made out or something?

You were already halfway into laughing it off when he’d looked you dead in the eye, more seriously than Tucker Pillsbury should ever be, and said, That could work.

That was the first instance, and you’d been confused ever since.

And now you were running onto stage as Tucker sung the bridge of Sally, and it was all a blur as Tucker grinned that sexy grin that would’ve been nothing but a grin if you weren’t about to do what you were about to do.

The screaming crowd didn’t exist as his tattooed biceps caught your waist and Oh my God your friend Tucker was kissing you like it was a wedding day.

And then he was pulling away, mouthing something you couldn’t quite make out, and continuing the song. You danced along like any good Sally should, but you were far, far away from the stage at that moment.

You sat backstage after the song was over, watching as Tucker performed the last song. When his set was over, you could clearly see him searching for you in the sea of people clapping him on the back and offering praise.

You make your way over to him, instead.

“Hey,” he grins again, and oh God that should be illegal. “That went well, didn’t it? Want a little more?”

You shove him lightly. “Hell no. I just realised, how many people are gonna think that was a hard launch?”

Tucker pretends to think — you can tell — then offers nothing but, “Probably a lot.”

“Then it probably didn’t really go well.”

His grin turns into that sexy little smirk that’s on his face constantly, and again, wasn’t regarded as sexy until this moment. “I think it did.”

Of course he did.