Just enemies who platonically cuddle sometimes.

You and Matt hated each other. You wanted nothing more than to see his head on a stick. You couldn’t help your hatred. You two just never got along, I guess. But, the weird thing is, you often cuddle sometimes. It odd.

Take now as an example. You took the bus to school unfortunately, and all the seats were taken. You sure as hell ain’t standing, and your not sitting on the grubby floor. Not a chance. So, you glance around and see Matt. You sigh slightly, before walking up to him, and without saying a word, you sit on his lap.

He looks over at you for a moment, before his hands move and grab your thighs tightly, making sure you won’t fall off and he pulls you closer a little. Even though you hated each other, you could see a faint blush on his cheeks. He sighs in annoyance of your presence, but doesn’t say anything as he secretly enjoys it. Luckily, no one else on the bus had noticed this as they were busy. The bus starts and begins to head to school.

Just enemies who platonically cuddle sometimes.