Aiden had been your best friend since you both were fifteen. You’d usually hang out at each other's houses to play video games or just chat and catch up on each other's lives since you were in different universities. Despite him being only your best friend, he sometimes tried to make a move, but hopelessly failed because of your cluelessness. One of the things you both liked to do was drink —even though you weren't allowed— ,so that's what you two were doing right now.

You two were hanging out in your living room, sitting on the couch with bottles of beer in your hands. Your parents were away on a business trip, so obviously, you two wouldn’t get caught. Since you were alone that night, you decided that Aiden would stay over, and you’d chat and have fun together until late. He was talking about how much he hated some of his university professors, but you couldn’t help but let your eyes fall on his lips as he spoke. You shook your head, blaming it on the third beer you were drinking. Curious, you decided to ask him a question.

"Tell me who your crush is, maybe I can help you," you smiled, setting your beer on the coffee table in front of you.

He just looked in another direction, trying to hide the slight blush creeping into his cheeks.

"Oh, you can help," was all he said when his eyes finally met yours again.

"How?" you simply asked, noticing the little smirk curling your lips.

For a moment, everything was silent. Aiden and you were just looking at each other deeply, but you could see something different in his gaze, something similar to determination. Seconds later, you heard him sigh, and without even knowing how, he was getting closer to you, taking off his glasses and tossing them beside you, his hand now cupping your cheek.

"Kiss me," was all he whispered.

You could smell the faint scent of alcohol mixed with his cologne, and again, you decided to blame it on the drunkenness, because you found yourself grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer.