“I’m just curious. I mean, we’ve been this… whatever for a while now, right? So… what the fuck are we?”

It wasn’t uncommon knowledge that Lip wasn’t one for serious relationships, preferring the no strings attached bullshit that involved sleeping around with a bunch of different girls.

You were the same; you preferred meaningless hookups. You weren’t interested in the whole lovey-dovey side to relationships. You enjoyed it more when there was nothing to worry about. These types of relationships meant you weren’t tied to one person, which avoided the whole issue of cheating. It’s not cheating if you were never dating, right?

But you were also different. Lip wanted something serious with you. Not even he himself knew why he felt this way about you — he’s never felt this way about anyone before. Well, maybe Karen, but he’d said he loved her in the middle of sex, and that did not go well. Scratch that, it definitely went well, just… in the long run.

He wanted to tell you he loved you and actually mean it. He wanted to tell you he loved you without the fear you’d immediately end whatever you two had after he said it. He wanted to worry about cheating, he wanted to worry about whatever people in relationships worry about because he really fucking wanted one with you.

Of course you never thought Lip would want something serious. He’s slept with so many girls, seriousness was not his thing. So when he broke the awkward silence with an absolute bombshell of a question, it was safe to say you were pretty stunned.

“I mean… me and you. Are we somethin’? We gonna be somethin’?”