first fic of the “Everthing I Know About Love” series by @sturnxies
Synopsis: Nick had a theory, and once Nick had a theory, he wouldn’t let it go. You and Chris? There was something there, even if both of you denied it every chance you got. But Nick wasn’t blind—he saw the way Chris softened around you, the way your laugh lingered just a little longer when he was nearby. To you, it was all just coincidence. To Nick, it was fate waiting to be pushed. And if neither of you were going to admit it, well… that’s what friends were for.
Warnings: Fluff, meddling Nick, oblivious mutual pining, slight tension, swearing.
as sweet as a melody, Sophie .ᐟ
Nick had been watching the two of you for weeks. Chris would roll his eyes every time you teased him, but not before the corner of his mouth twitched in a barely-there smile. And you? You’d blush whenever Chris called you “doll,” pretending it didn’t affect you while fumbling with whatever was in your hands. Nick wasn’t stupid—he’d seen this dance before.
“You’re telling me it’s not weird that you both showed up back here at the exact same time? Again?” Nick asked, leaning back on the couch with an exaggerated look of disbelief.
You frowned, clutching the takeout bag tighter in your hands. “It’s not like we planned it. I was just hungry.”
“And I was just dropping something off,” Chris added, crossing his arms defensively. His tone was clipped, but his eyes flicked to you for a second too long.
Nick smirked. “Riiight. Just a coincidence, huh?” He dragged the word out, looking between you like he was solving the world’s greatest mystery. “Funny how these ‘coincidences’ keep happening.”
“Drop it, Nick,” Chris muttered, walking past him to grab a pepsi from the fridge, typical of him to.
But Nick wasn’t one to drop anything. “Oh, come on. You’re telling me there’s nothing going on between you two? Nothing at all?” He pointed at you, then at Chris, like he was physically connecting the dots.
“There’s nothing,” you said quickly, your cheeks heating up. “We’re just… friends.”
“Sure. Friends who just so happen to act like they’re in a rom-com every time they’re in the same room,” Nick shot back, grinning.
Chris returned from the fridge, opening his soda and glaring at Nick. “You’re imagining things.”
Nick raised an eyebrow. “Am I?”
The silence that followed was deafening. Chris shifted on his feet, taking a long sip of his drink while you pretended to examine the takeout bag like it was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world.
“Okay, fine,” Nick said, standing up and throwing his hands in the air. “If you guys want to keep playing this game, go ahead. But don’t think I’m not watching. Coincidences my ass.” He walked out of the room, leaving you and Chris alone in the awkward quiet.
After a moment, Chris cleared his throat. “He’s… annoying.”
You nodded, staring at the floor. “not..—all the time.”
But when your eyes met, the heat in your cheeks only grew. For a split second, it felt like Nick might’ve been onto something after all.
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im creaming. anyways i hope u liked this 🤤
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