based on dress by taylor swift

chris is your best friend of 4 years, you met him in your first year of college and now you two are in a friend group. well, they think you are best friends but, in your head, you can't get him out of it. he left his mark on you clearly. even him saying your name made everything stop completely. your friends never really caught your little looks or secret moments in a crowded room. it was clear you didn't want him as a best friend. it was the same for him. he would never admit it fully, but you were all he could think about. he would have to mess with hands drunk holding back from you and just letting the friendship be pushed to the side for one night.

tonight was the first costume party of the year. college was a place you could wear any costume to a party, and it won't matter. no matter how revealing or crazy it is. it didn't matter. you of course didn't care anyway; all you cared about it chris. your costume matched with the other two girls in the group, they all involved a short tight dress. you weren't hesitant knowing other people would be wearing equally revealing clothes. you guys showed up together fishing through the crowd to find chris and the rest of the boys.

you guys walked over to them, and there was chris. chris greeted the others then got to you and looked at you and your costume. his grin stayed but it was different. he knew this was going to be the hardest night of his life trying to resist you or any feelings he had for you. he already had a drink in his hand, the other one resting by his side.

"I like your dress, it looks good," he said with a little nod. his eyes fell to your body. god why'd he have to make this so hard for you. it was obvious he was pretty wasted already, which also wasn't helping.