you had never made a TikTok before, nor had you ever even cared about it — until now.

"just put your hands up like this," you said, guiding his hands above his head.

"where do I need to look?" he asked with forced interest, keeping his hands raised.

"at me."

deep down, Fezco found it amusing that you’d come up with some nonsense again and were dragging him into it, but TikTok trends? that was a new one, even for you.

"just keep your hands up and don't drop them."

Fezco silently kept his hands raised, watching as you stepped away to hit record on your phone.

then, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, you walked right up to him, giving him that look — the one that meant absolute chaos was about to happen.

and then, your arms just lazily wrapped around his neck as you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him.

for the first time ever, you kissed him right on the lips — not just a teasing, meaningless peck between friends.

his hands were still hovering above his head when, a couple of seconds later, it fully hit him what was happening and his lips closed on yours.

but that was it.

"do I have to keep my hands up for much longer?" he asked casually, as you pulled away.

you giggled, saying, "you can put them down. you just passed your endurance test."

Fezco wasn't even fazed by the fact that his best friend had just kissed him while recording some stupid TikTok.

he was truly a weird guy, and even weirder for kissing you back.