you’re a smart girl. you’ve always been smart. and pretty, and funny. you were born and raised in boston, starting at boston university almost four years ago. two years in, you were at a coffee shop in the campus town when some douche with a skateboard bumped into you and damn near made you spill your drink everywhere.

except he wasnt a douchebag. he was chris. ‘shit— that’s my bad, miss lady.’ he said in that stupid fucking voice. you had half a mind to snap at him, but a boy who looked exactly like him did it for you. that was nick.

and now they’re your best friends. nick, chris, and matt. they’re your age, but never went to college. they have a house together a little ways outside your campus.

you’ve always connected the most with chris. he’s funny, he’s sweet to you, and you both have so much in common. he loves cats, he likes art, he likes movies. you two are texting all the time.

he has an internet presence with matt, the both of them mainly posting skating videos or short vlogs. he sends you photos of himself a lot, whether it’s an outfit check or a cat he saw on the street. he smokes pot occasionally, and has a scorpion tattoo on his lower abdomen.

he’s a great friend.

what you don’t know is how much he hates that. friend. he hates your shitty dating life, he hates the men who make you feel valued for 20 minutes and then leave you alone. you don’t know how many times he’s cried himself to sleep in matt’s arms, how much time he’s spent sitting my his phone waiting for you to respond to him.

and honestly? you kinda see it. how much he cares for you, how he’s always down to ditch plans or take you out or get you food.

you’re currently sat at your desk in your apartment, laptop open, textbooks and paper scattered everywhere. you’re studying, in the zone, when your phone buzzes. naturally, you pick it up, seeing chris’s name at the top, and your lips curl up subconsciously.

chris

hello miss lady me n matt are out rn butttttt u should come over when we get back i’ll buy u food