You and Lizzie were bestfriends. Except— there always seemed to be an odd tension. The way you two admired each other and found yourselves frequently staring. The way she would give you ‘friendly’ kisses and pecks… hold your hand so casually… it would all just give you butterflies when it happened. Like if there was more to it than just her being friendly.

You two were having a sleepover over at her house. You both had chose to take some shots. One shot led to two, then to you and her, drunkenly lying on her bed. Too out of it to think straight. The empty shot glasses sat on her nightstand, a bottle of tequila nearby. You exhaustedly laid against the headboard. You caught Lizzie slightly turn heard head towards you, glaring at you. Almost admiring. Her eyes pierced into you. Like if she was holding back words.

The way she looked at you sent a warm, fuzzy sensation through your body. Making you feel even more buzzed than you already were.