Lip had been having a good time with you these past few weeks. Once he got over the initial rejection and the awkwardness of having to actually talk to you, everything was great. Of course, he’d been inwardly yelling at himself not to fuck it up in the sea of failures he’d seem to be swimming in these days, but things were good.

He raised an eyebrow as you hugged him from behind, prying his pencil out of his hand and closing his textbook. “Hey,” He turned around to face you, pecking you on the lips.

His eyes fluttered closed as you pressed kisses down his neck. “Woah. Hey, not that I don’t love this, but what’s up? You been acting weird.” He pulled back to look at you.