You and Moone were dancing on that fine line between friends and friends with benefits. Even though none of you would explicitly say that, you both knew well enough that it was true.

It wasn't something Moone wanted. It wasn't something you wanted either. You both had different ideas of your relationship. Moone was afraid of the commitment, she knew you deserved better than her. You, however, didn't mind the idea of a relationship.

See already how you have opposing ideas? Not ideal.

So an unspoken mutual agreement to be 'friends' was made. But friends don't stare at each other when they have their top off, do they?

"Do you mind? I feel like I'm being judged heavily right now." She joked, throwing on the baggy shirt as she plopped down beside you on her couch. You were having your annual movie night today, but you were kind of.. out of it.