casual by chappell roan + mortal au

you & leo are best friends.

well, you were. everything’s changed now. ever since that night.

you hated yourself for going to that party with leo. the music blaring & he excessive drinking still echo in your mind. you both got drunk.

let’s just say, it took a sexual turn. it was not how you felt the night would end. you could still feel him taking your clothes off. that felt good, but after that certainly was not.

after, leo clarified that you were just friends. he texted you every time he wanted you to get him off. you still recall the texts of him begging you to stop by & bang. he resumed to say that you two were just friends—even if you passed the limits of what just friends would do. you dreamed about datong him—about him showing you off to his friends, & about you being more than just a friend.

your friendship, once filled with love, has now become more about lust. it’s late, & you're lying in your bed, your mind blurred with thoughts about leo. your views are halted by a phone call—from leo himself. you sigh & pick up, knowing what he would want.

“baby, can i come over? i need you, please, i don’t care, you can come over to my place if you need,” leo begged. you could tell he was drunk. his voice was slurred & there was music in the back. you checked his location. he was at a party.

you suddenly felt a mix of emotions. you were tired of being treated badly. you told all your feelings in a long, tearful rant. “i know what you tell your friends”—you said, recalling how he told them you two were just friends—“‘baby, get me off again!’” you mocked him & how he said it.

leo went mute, so all you could hear for a second was the blasting music. you could hear loud footsteps. music faded. the only thing you could hear was people talking, + leo’s breathing. you wiped your tears.

“w-what?” leo asked. he knew it was true.