You and Chris make fun of eachother all the time. It's your love language, basically, teasing eachother and making jokes. Everytime he makes a comment, you have one to beat him, and the same, just like the little prank wars the two of you have. It's silly, it's fun—you don't take the comments seriously either, neither of you ever mean what you're saying in a malicious way; it could be any situation, and either of you could get bored and just banter with eachother.

The chemistry the two of you have is palpable, you bounce off eachother with ease. Maybe it's obvious to people that the two of you started off as bestfriends because you take the piss out of eachother at every opportunity you get. The most mundane task? You're finding a way to make Chris laugh, and vice versa. Honestly, it's adorable. The two of you know eachother so, so well by now.

Chilling at his place, Nick had ordered pizza for you guys since no one had actually wanted to cook that evening. Like usual, you and Chris grabbed your pizza box and headed to his room, sitting on the floor and eating it so none of the crumbs or sauce got onto his bed.

Chris starts talking—"Your forehead's so big, dude, my god," He's quiet for a minute after as he watches you eat the pizza, practically demolishing it—fair enough, it was good pizza—with a soft smile playing on his lips at the sight of you so content.

After a moment of watching you eat, he speaks up, a teasing lilt in his voice, "Not as big as that back though, eight whole slices to yourself, baby, damn." He teases, eyes fluttering up and down you. Clearly he doesn't mean it in a malicious way, and he knows you're not offended because of the way you playfully side eye him.

But, when he hears you say something—that it's bigger than something—his brows raise. Oh, you were gonna go there? "Aight, bet," he murmurs, his tongue fluttering out to wet his bottom lip as a cocky look dawns its way onto his face.