Prompt: i found a writing prompt that was “i cant keep kissing strangers hoping that its you” and decided to write a little fic about it
Note: next fic is a request and ill try and get it out as soon as possible!!
He stopped everything and abruptly grabbed my face. I jolted from his sudden touch. His face was plastered with a very serious expression.
“You’re my best friend,” he whispered. I blinked once before bursting out laughing.
“You are so drunk, Van,” i said between gasps for air. His mouth grew into a large and very intoxicated smile.
“Im serious,” he insisted, attempting to suppress his grin.
“So am i,” i rolled my eyes at him and took his hands off my face. Someone from across the room yelled his name and suddenly he was preoccupied. He was a fun drunk, i’ll give him that.
“God you guys are so cute,” Reese pouted and held her chin in her palm.
“Yeah, yeah. ‘were not dating reese we’re just friends!’,” she mocked me. “Trust me sweetie if there was nothing there id be all over that one,” she said matter of factly. I swatted her arm and she laughed. She swiveled in her chair to face me at the fridge. “You really should date, even if its not with him,” her tone was almost reprimanding.
“I dont need to date,” I scowled at her, “unlike you i’m fine on my own.” She faked and defensive stance and clutched her non existent pearls.
“Way to kick me while im down. My codependency is a touchy subject,” she joked. “And i’m not saying you should date just because i’d like to live vicariously through you, although, I would love to,” she wiggled her eyebrows at me. “I just think you’ve been single since we graduated and that’s a travesty to every guy you’ve turned down, hun,” she wiggled her fingers at my body and smirked. There was no use in arguing with her, it would only end it her insisting and me going mute.
I looked out at the rest of the living room. People were crammed in for Reese’s housewarming party. While Reese was busy looking for a guy to marry her, on sight, and settle down I was focused on work and a career. It had always been that way, even back in highschool.
I would work hard at school,Reese would do the bare minimum and Van and his friends would throw themselves into their music any chance they got. I still remember hearing them through the walls in my house, next door, the sound of a classic angsty teenage garage band. Of course for Van and the band it had all worked out and as for reese she’d managed to find someone to deal with her. Me, I was still working hard for things that didn’t seem to matter.
The night came to a close and people filed out the front door. The only people left were the usual few. Van and I, who promised we’d help clean however, that meant id help while van lay on the couch asleep. Reese and her boyfriend Andy both held trash bags and filled them as we shuffled around the room.
“Every time we throw a party I regret it once were left picking up those heathens trash,” Reese scoffed. We all laughed at her very unenthused comment. She sighed and look over at me. “You guys should go, we can finish this,” she motioned to Andy who was sweeping up remnants of a broken bottle.
“Are you sure,” i questioned. She nodded and took the trash bag from my hands.
“Go, and take him, I am not dealing with him hungover tomorrow,” she scowled at van on the couch.
“Gee, thanks, i’ll do it then,” i said sarcastically.
“Aw thanks sweetie that’s so kind of you,” she said enthusiastically. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Alright, come on,” I shook Vans arm. He groaned and turned his head. “No, come on we’re leaving!,” I pulled at his wrist and finally he slowly but surely stirred awake. He stood, stumbled, and regained composure again. His lanky figure intoxicated made him look like a baby giraffe. I grabbed his arm to stable him and guided him towards the front door.
“No!,” both Reese and Andy protested immediately. I stifled a laugh.
“I hate you both,” he groaned and opened the front door.
“Love you too,” Reese called out behind us as the door clicked closed.
Getting down the stairs of Reese’s apartment building was more difficult than i’d anticipated. Once we reached the bottom things proved much easier. I silently thanked the universe that where Van and i lived was only a floor apart in a building only two blocks away. You’d think after all this time we’d all get sick of eachother enough to move farther away and yet the three of us always ended up close.
“Sorry you had to be the one to drag me home,” Van mumbled, drawing me away from my thoughts.
“What else am i good for,” i said sarcastically. He smiled.
“You’re a good listener,” he said contently, breaking us out of a banter.
As we neared the apartment I pulled the keys out of my jacket pocket. The front gate opened with a click of a button and we made our way into the warm building. Van let out a sigh and rubbed his arms with either palm. As the elevator opened i could see our reflection from the mirrored walls inside of it.
“We look wrecked,” i laughed and rubbed my face. He turned to me once we were inside.
“Why did we never go out in high school?,” he asked blankly. I felt myself go rigid and I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.
“You know i’d have come back earlier if we had,” he added.
“Right,” he cut me off, “It’s true, you know.”
“I was going to say drunk. And to answer your question; we were friends. You had relationships, so did I,” I nervously chuckled. The elevator dinged at my floor. I stepped forward and as it opened I faced him. Before I could speak he opened his mouth.
“Guess I just kept kissing strangers hoping it was you.” His voice was quiet. Even he seemed surprised by his words. He let out a shaky laugh and shook his head. “Im sorry- i um- im drunk like you said,” he said quickly. I smiled politely and nodded.
“Yeah, yeah. I should,” I pointed my thumb down the hall. “Yeah, get going. Right,” he said. I nodded slowly and turned on my heels. The walk to my door felt endless. Part of me wanted to turn back around. Tell him I always wished he’d say something because I was always too scared to admit I had feelings for him. Another part of me wanted to forget it ever happened and keep our friendship in tact.
I was wrapped in my blankets, eyes wide and palms sweating. There was no way I was going to get sleep. Overthinking now ruled my brain. I threw off the blankets and paced around the room.
A glass of water, tv, music. None of it worked. As if out of my control I began walking towards my front door. My hand gripped the handle and i took a deep breath. What was I going to do? Go to his door and confess my feelings? He was still drunk. I could chalk it up to intoxicated.
My hand turned the knob and i stepped out. Under the dim hall light I saw him sitting on the floor beside my door. I stopped moving and my hand dropped from the doorknob. He looked up and scrambled to his feet.
“Hey, sorry,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I, uh, I was going to knock.” He gestured to the door.
“I’m sorry about what I said, if that was weird, but I couldn’t leave it at that, you know,” he stumbled over his words as he spoke. I stayed silent and nodded. “Look I just wanted to say, i didn’t say that because im drunk,” he nodded as if to reassure himself. “And, uh, I didn’t want to make it seem like I didn’t mean those things. Just for me, I wanted to tell you that, at least I know I finally said it.” He tried to smile but seemed to nervous to go through with it.
I stood there, in front of him, looking at him. I didn’t realize I had yet to respond until he waved his hands in front of him.
“Okay honestly, I thought maybe you’d feel differently. And even if you did id rather you lie to me and say its not true but that’s not really fair.” He shook his hand and looked down. I forced myself to move despite my feeling frozen. I stepped forward. Without thinking I raised myself onto my tip-toes, grabbed his face, and I kissed him. Relief washed over me as he kissed me back.
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