"-and then I threw up all over her. I'm telling you, it was horrible..." Steve chuckled, not really paying attention to you and rather to himself as he was telling you a story about some party he went to a few weeks ago - where he met a girl only to be rejected by her literally 10 minutes after getting to know her because he threw up on her.

You two were sitting on your bed as you were listening to him - or atleast trying to. I mean, you've had thousands of sleepovers before. This isn't anything new. But after you realized you were inlove with him a few days ago, this wasn't so easy anymore.

The close proximity between the two of you and the way his shirt was cut just perfectly for you to be able to see a glimpse of his stomach every time he moved, and those sweatpants that you swore made him 10x more attractive.. it was all killing you. You tried to laugh along with him, even though you had no idea what he just said.

Steve was just his usual oblivious self, continuing the story without realizing that you were ready to sign your stomach up for gymnastics with the way it kept turning. Steve didn't like you. He had made that pretty clear over the 3 years you two have been friends. But that clearly didn't stop your mind from running.

While you were zoning out, Steve finally noticed you weren't paying attention and waved his hand infront of your face. "Helloo?? Am I boring you this much?" You could hear the amusement in his voice as he spoke. He really had no idea why you were so "out of it" today.