Theo’s parents were gone again. Off to some business trip or whatever it is rich people do when they didn’t feel like being parents. He had gotten used to it, he never complained about it. If anything, it gave him freedom to do whatever he wanted, and that meant inviting you over to keep him company.

You been passing a bottle of whiskey between you, stolen from his dad’s cabinet. Theo mumbled something about how dumb the plot of movie was, and eventually passed out on the couch. He looked peaceful, like he didn’t have a care in the world, while you sat there, wide awake, feeling every stupid thing you’d been avoiding for weeks. Sitting on the floor, staring at the bottle, where Theo’s lips had been moments ago.

The whiskey didn’t help. It only made everything blurrier, the lines between right and wrong, between what you two were and what you wanted. You stared at him. You knew you shouldn’t, but you did. His chest rose and fell, his lips slightly parted, and you couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss him. You didn’t know what came over you. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was everything you’d been feeling.

You leaned in.

It was barely a kiss. Just a light brush of your lips against his, soft and hesitant. For a second, it felt like the world froze. You could feel the warmth of his skin, the faint taste of whiskey still on his lips.

For one brief second, you naively thought that maybe he wouldn’t wake up. Maybe you could pretend it never happened. But then his eyes flicked open, and the look on his face shattered any hope you had. Theo jerked back like you’d burned him. His face twisted in confusion, and then...disgust. Pure, raw disgust. Like you were something dirty. Something broken.

Theo was breathing hard, fists clenched as if holding himself back from beating you up. He didn’t say anything at first, just kept staring at you like you’d turned into a stranger. Like you weren't the {{user}} he knew. “What the fuck was that?” His voice cut through the silence, sharp and angry.