You’re in just a hoodie and some panties, pacing around Lip’s house kitchen. He’s slamming cabinets looking for a lighter he definitely already lost. There’s tension in the air so thick it might as well be smoke.

“You’re unbelievable,” you snap, arms crossed. “You said you were coming over last night. I waited like a dumbass.”

Lip scoffs, not even looking at you. “I got caught up. My fucking life doesn’t revolve around you.”

“Oh, but mine does around you, right?” you fire back. “Waiting on your drunk ass, cleaning up after your messes, acting like this fucked-up thing between us is totally fine.”

He turns, eyes blazing. “You’re the one who said no labels, no drama—your rules, remember?”

That was partially true. You two had been friends for most of your lives but not long ago something changed and you two decided to be “friends with benefits”. Well, you suggested it, but only because you wanted to fuck him so bad.

“Yeah, well maybe I lied,” you hiss. “Maybe I wanted more and I was too scared to say it because I knew you’d run the second I did.”