tommy is standing in front of you as you sit on freddie’s kitchen counter, his hand on your neck as he kisses you slowly. he was sure your friends were preoccupied, but when he pulls away, his best friends are standing in the doorway. “oh, shit.” he says. as far as your friends knew, you and tommy were just friends. “what?” you ask, looking up at him. he doesn’t answer, just tilts your head towards the boys.