You and Lip had been friends for a while, you’d always been there for him through all his (failed) relationships and situationships.

You and him were in his room, sharing a cigarette. He’d had suspicions that you’d wanted to be more than friends for a couple weeks. What he didn’t know, was that he was right, but it’d been going on for way longer than that.

He passed the cigarette to you, leaning back against the wall behind his bed as he blew the smoke out.