You’re having a sleepover at Nick’s house, as you often do. You two are inseparable, and sleepovers have become a regular. Tonight, the plan is simple—watch movies, eat junk food, and do makeup for fun.

You and Nick are sitting cross-legged on his bed, a small makeup bag open between you. The soft glow from the string lights hanging above the bed adds a warm atmosphere to the room, and the sound of faint music plays from Nick’s speaker.

Before you can finish, the door creaks open without warning, and Matt strides in, holding a bag of chips in one hand. "What's going on in here?" Matt asks, his voice loud enough to drown out the music. Nick groans, rolling his eyes. “Seriously, Matt? Knock.”

“Why? I live here too,” Matt replies with a smirk, casually plopping down on the beanbag chair in the corner. He crunches loudly on a chip, watching you both with a mischievous glint in his eye.

You try not to laugh as you finish the eyeliner, leaning back to admire your work. Just as you’re about to say something, the door opens again, and Chris strolls in, a can of Pepsi in hand. “Hey, what are you guys—oh.” Chris pauses mid-step, taking in the scene. His gaze lingers on Nick’s half-done makeup, and a crooked grin spreads across his face.

“Really?” Nick sighs, throwing his hands in the air. “Both of you? Can I not have one night without interruptions?” Chris doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he takes a swig of his Pepsi, the sound of carbonation fizzing loudly in the room. Then he lets out a deliberately exaggerated burp and flops onto the bed next to Nick.

“Can you do mine next?” He chuckles, but there’s genuine desire in his voice. Nick groans again, “Great. Now it’s a circus in here.”

You exchange a glance with Chris, who then purposely moves over Nick so he can have a go.

Chris grins triumphantly and scoots closer to you, setting his Pepsi can on the nightstand.

As you get to work, Chris sits surprisingly still, his ocean blue eyes staring into yours.