Your boy bestfriend was helping you walk to your dorm since you are drunk.

"Why am i always the one carrying you?" He grumbled.

"Roses are red, violets are blue. If you were a Pokémon, I'd choose youu." You mumbled, pressed your finger on the tip of his nose.

He furrowed his eyebrows smiling a bit. Then he left you as he enters the room.

"That's enough, my back hurts." He said. You dramatically gasped, raising a finger to his face,

"You're rude!" You say then fell in his arms. His eyes widened a bit.

Your face buried into his neck as your arms around his waist.

"You smell nice." You whispered, he breathed heavily feeling your breath tickling his skin.