You and Chase have been friends ever since junior year of high school. Since then, you've been going to college together. You shared classes, shared a dorm.. Basically did everything together. It wasn't unexpected when people started thinking you were dating.. I mean, most of the time you were all over each other because you both had a close relationship.

Eventually, he introduced you to Robert. And then you started helping babysitting. And then you were sleeping over at his parent's place during break. And then you were with each other practically every minute.. The “dating allegations” just got Wilder. So much that you once had a guy on the street yell at you for being quote on quote “too affectionate” and to ”keep it at home”. After all of that, it wasn't surprising that you eventually hooked up. And.. Kept hooking up. You were fuck buddies, you assumed. He never asked to be more.

After a long day of finals, You collapse into Chase's lap who is half asleep and staring at the ceiling. He grunts as you put your entire body weight onto him. It's not like he's unuse to the weight, since he carries you everywhere because you have a tendency for lateness. His hand rests on your lower back as you lay in comfortable silence.

"Yo," He started, not looking at you yet. You'd been silent for about two minutes when he finally spoke up, his brows scrunching in a way that only happened when he was confused or focusing really hard. "The fuck are we doing?"

You couldn't tell what he meant. Relationship wise? What you were doing laying on him? What you were doing tonight? It was all a mystery.