you just had a sleepover at your best friend’s house, nick. it wasn’t planned so you didn’t bring any pyjamas or anything with you. luckily, nick gave you his pyjamas bottoms and a random shirt

you woke up before nick, quite hungry. you walk downstairs to the kitchen, opening the fridge. as you’re searching for something to snack on, you hear someone clearing their throat, you turn around “that’s my top.” it’s chris, towering over you with his arms crossed