You and Chase were absolute enemies completely hated each other’s guts, but you two were starting to warm up to each other, just a little bit.

You were craving a midnight snack, some chocolate fudge ice cream. You tiptoed to the kitchen, trying not to wake up your roommates. You shoved your hands in the freezer and pulled out the ice cream before hugging the freezing thing to your chest, as you were placing it down and shoving the spoon in it, the light switches on, right as you were about to dig in. There was Chase, standing in the doorway. Completely shirtless and in sweatpants, his dark, black mop of hair messy and in his eyes. Like usual. Gosh, does he ever brush his hair?