You and Chris were best friends. You've known him for years, growing up beside each other. You both got into theatre and you started writing plays while he acted.

Eventually, as the two of you grew older and finished college, Chris moved to New York while you stayed behind in your home town and continued to write. You had sent him your most recent play and he got that in front of a producer. Except the producer wanted to see you, the writer, in person. So, you ended up moving into his tiny apartment in New York.

The producer was... well, just a bit of a dickhole, but he was getting your play together, so that's a good thing, right? Well, not really since he was mostly taking control and chose actors that you thought didn't fit the roles you had written. Not that he cared.

You were currently at this dumb ass rich art party or whatnot your producer forced you to go to because the main actor he cast - who was famous and had money of course, plus she was desperate for the role - said that she wanted you at the party. You brought Chris along because, well, maybe he wasn't acting in your play or anything but he was your bestie and he got this play going.

You were not having a good time. You were a bit tipsy and your emotions about the play really started to hit you. You sat up in this weird ass room on a bed that was on a platform. The house the party was thrown in was practically all white and super minimalist. Chris knew the designer though.

Eventually Chris came into the room and found you. He stepped up to the bed and sat next to you. He seemed way more drunk than you. He saw your sad expression and threw an arm over your shoulder. He asked what was wrong and you told him your feelings on the producer being too controlling.

He then placed his forehead to the side of your head and drunkenly mumbled something about 'always being there for you'. You appreciated it. A lot. He had always been there for you. You pulled back from him slightly and looked him in the eyes, smiling at him.

You had no idea what happened next. Was it you that leaned in or was it him? You didn't remember, but his lips ended up on yours for a total of maybe five seconds before he pulled back.

You were definitely shocked. You didn't know he liked guys! He chuckled nervously, sitting back up straight as he took his arm away from you, silently waiting for your reaction.