Cane, your best friend of years, had started looking real good lately. When you started to catch yourself staring or texting him more than usual, you realized you might have caught some feelings for him. It was hard not to, I mean, he was a great guy and was always really good to you.

Tonight, you went to a small house party together with just a few mutual friends and he drove of course. You had a couple shots and a beer and he’d been nursing one beer for the past hour so he’d be fine to drive. He noticed you were started to feel the alcohol so he took you onto the front porch for some air.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the confidence the alcohol gave you, but you leaned over to kiss him. He noticed and caught your chin, looking down at you with raised eyebrows. Even he was surprised because as far as he knew there wasn’t any feeling between you two, you were just his friend.

“{{user}}? What are you doing?”