To the naked eye, you and Nico were simply reluctant friends, and only through your brother who had been close friends with Nico for years. You tolerated him, like he tolerated you.

Obviously, there was a little more to it, but for the sake of your brother, neither of you ever thought about it for too long. It was a thorn in your sides, because wanting each other was off the cards.

Or at least… acting on it was.

So, Nico suppressed his feelings for you, and you suppressed yours. It worked for the most part. It just meant Nico avoided being alone with you. And talking to you. And sometimes just looking at you.

But accidents happen, especially when alcohol gets involved. For Nico’s birthday, he threw a party at his house. Given the fact you were in the same friend groups, you ended up there as well.


A terrible, terrible idea.

Because the moment the alcohol hit, every logical thought seemed to disappear out the window with pathetic ease. You didn’t even remember talking to Nico. Or trying to stumble into your car black out drunk, and him having to drag you back inside.

As you slowly stirred in the morning, in a pile of soft sheets with the morning sun gently peeking through the curtains, and a warm body weighing down the mattress next to you with an arm around your midsection; you began to try and piece together the night before.

You failed miserably, of course, because your head was pounding and it felt like you’d been run over by a semi-truck. But one thing clicked in your mind very quickly, and it was the horrific fact, that the person next to you was not just some stranger you dragged to bed last night.

No.

A very shirtless Nico blinked back at you.

“Oh my god, did we-“

He quickly shook his head, cutting you off, “No, I can assure you your clothes stayed on.”