the blue lighting illuminates the room, filled with people and smoke and alcohol. oxford parties were something you would never skimp out on. felix either.

he was the life of the party. he always had girls fawning over him and never struggled to make friends. but you knew him before all of that. your friendship dated back to summers during primary school when you and your family would spend several weeks at saltburn with felix and his family. you grew up with him and venetia.

felix had told you before how much he loved you. he’d always loved you, and you’d always mistaken it for a friendship kind of love. but that’s not how he meant it.

but even with all of that, you’d spend every moment at those oxford parties by his side, taking shots, dancing, and laughing until you couldn’t breathe.

tonight was no different. felix had his hands on your hips, a pink cowboy hat on his head as the two of you danced around. the alcohol the both of you had already ingested intoxicating your bodies, leaving you both to drunken movements, words, and thoughts.

felix had a cigarette between his lips, one hand occasionally moving off your hips to move it and blow out some smoke.

“i love you.” he whispers, his lips right by your ear as he dances around again. you, just like always, would misinterpret what kind of love he was talking about, too drunk and too into the song playing to really overthink it.