A twelve pack of tacos sat snug in their box on Seth’s desk and he sat on the edge of his bed, drumming his fingers against his comforter nervously. Lennon had wanted to talk to him about something that she didn’t know how to say over text which freaked him out to no end. He hadn’t been alone with her for almost a year, unless you count the drunk encounter the two had the other night. Which Seth did not. Growing restless, he decided to fire up his Xbox and calm his nerves with a game of Fifa. But it couldn’t help silence the thoughts racing through his mind at a mile a minute. Whatever Lennon wanted to talk about had to be serious if she didn’t want to do it over the phone. He’d just reached half time in his game when a knock came from the other side of his door. His fingers fumbled with the controller as he powered down the game system and hopped up quickly. Seth grabbed the box of tacos and paused before he opened the door, taking a deep breath and preparing himself for whatever was about to happen. When he’d finally mustered up the courage to open the door, he allowed a small smile to appear on his face when his eyes fell on her. “Hey. Heard you had something to taco bout.” he said, holding up the box of tacos before shaking his head and moving to the side to let her in. “Fuck, that was easily the stupidest thing I’ve ever said.” @fvcklennon