You sat on your couch alone as you turned on your television. You were really bored, flicking through channels when you heard a knock on the door.
You turned your head to the clock and raised an eyebrow. Who could be knocking at your door this late?
You cautiously approached your door and peeped one eye through the peephole. You can see a blurry vision of a one boy with curly brown hair and another one with thick black hair with blonde streaks. You opened the door to reveal your best friend Calum accompanied by his best friend Ashton.
"Hello, Y/N," Ashton giggled. Calum slurred a small greeting and clumsily walked forward, tripping down to your couch. "Cal, you look like the walking dead," You commented. He groaned in response.
You turned to Ashton and opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off. "I know, I know. I'm supposed to drive him to his house. But he kept begging me to drive him to your place. He won't shut up about you, Y/N." he grinned.
"What have you guys been doing?" You glanced at Calum, who was sprawled on the couch, his hands covering his temples. "Been partying our asses out." Ashton shrugged. "We need breaks too y'know."
"Y/N," Calum groaned. You immediately rush to him. You can feen Ashton smirk behind you. "Calum," You sat beside him. He wrapped his arms around you. "Hi," He hiccuped, nuzzling his face into your neck. You worriedly look at Ashton, who just giggled.
"How much did you drink?" "Twelveteen." He replied, making Ashton laugh. "You're really pretty Y/N," he slurs, tightening his grip around you. "Calum, let her breathe." Ashton reminded him. "Might as well do this as revenge," Calum replied. "What did I do?" "Don't be oblivious, Y/N. I get breathing problems every time I see you." Calum said, earning a whistle from Ashton.
You turn a light shade of red. Don't worry Y/N, he's only drunk, you thought to yourself. "Y/N, I love you." "Okay Cal, love you too." You reply to your best friend. "Noooooo, I mean I love-love you," He whined. "You're drunk." You retorted. "Sober thoughts, Y/N." Ashton chimes in.
"I could use some company for the night," Calum gives you a lopsided grin. "Fine," you roll your eyes. "Sleep on this couch." "Noooooo, the living room is scary." You sigh. "Fine. Sleep on my bed, I sleep on the couch." "NOOOOOOO, I want your cuddles!" He pouts. "Well... Fine. You can sleep beside me on the bed." "Yay." Calum quietly cheers as he pecks your cheek, his breath smelling like alcohol.
"Well then I guess it's settled." Ashton announces, fiddling with his car keys. "I'll be going now, don't do anything stupid." "We won't!" You yelled at him with a glare. He giggled in response as he left.
Silence filled the room until Calum broke it. "Can you return the kiss earlier?" "No." "Aww, c'mon." "No!" "Please." He inched his cheek closer to you. "Fine." You sigh, leaning in for his cheek. But your cheeky best friend turned his head and you ended up kissing him in the lips. You quickly pull away with wide eyes. "I love-love you, Y/N," He chuckled. You wanted to yell at him that he's drunk but you could hear Ashton's voice swimming in your head. "Sober thoughts, Y/N." "Um, okay. I guess I love-love you too." you replied, thinking that he would forget this in the morning.
But let's just say he was only pretending to be drunk, thinking that this would be the only way he could confess his feelings for you which he had been keeping for around a year now.
