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Ever since she could remember her first memory, she remembers Jameson being there. They have been friends that long but after school they had to part ways because of college. And yet, they find ways to see each other then and there all the time. It was like the north and south side of the magnet, it was impossible for them to stay away from each other that long.

She decided to surprise him this weekend, but what happened was he surprised her. Jameson Hawthorne was visibly having a bad day on a Friday night. Even though when he has one of those days he always presents himself to be fine, sometimes even his best friend can't tell if he's actually doing fine or doing bad.

“You know, you can tell me anything, right?” She told him as she sat next to him on his massive bed.

“I know.” He simply just nodded.

“Okay.”

Jameson smiled when she didn't push the topic further, it's why they've been friends this long, they have the perfect understanding of each other.

_

“Why do you have a bottle of booze?” Jameson asked with a smile knowing it is to cheer him up. “Not that I am complaining.”

She entered his room with, as he said, a bottle of booze. “We're going to have a sleepover.”

They haven't had a sleepover since they were 10. Jameson chuckled, even as kids they used to play some insane games, and do insane activities together during sleepovers.

“Let's play Drink or Dare.” He suggested.

She nodded in agreement, and climbed on the bed to sit next to him. The game went on for sometime with each taking turns. She got more drunk than Jameson who was also wasted but not as bad as her. Given the fact that she's lightheaded wasn't helping her case either. Both of them were drunk and stupid, it was Jameson's turn to dare her again.

“I dare you to—” He was cut off by her slurred words.

“No, something easy please. And it shouldn't involve the kitchen again. Or the theatre, or the—”

“Okay, okay! I dare you to steal one of Nash’s hats, right now.” He dared her. She was happy with it so she exited the room, and went to Nash’s wings, to his closet.

Jameson had the most stupid, lovesick grin when she opened his door wearing Nash ‘s cowboy hat, she was giggling as she climbed on the bed, this time sitting way closer to him than before, he was sitting with his back to the headboard, his legs spread out. He just stared at her in awe. Without being aware of his actions he moved the strand of hair that was dangling on her face, and spoke without even thinking.

It wasn't even his turn but he dared her again.

“I dare you to kiss me. Right here, right now.”

*

He wasn't thinking straight, but thought that she'll just drink from the bottle but to his surprise she actually smiled widely and leaned forward to press her lips onto his. It was a soft, delicate kiss at the start. But once Jameson started kissing back, the fire caught up, to add fuel to it he put his hands on her waist, and pulled her closer, her hands landing on his chest as they both kissed each other with heated passion. Jameson was greedy, and needed more physical contact with her so he pulled her onto his lap, it gave him a better angle even.After sometime the kiss turned into a whole makeout session with Jameson kissing her neck, and collarbone.

*

Later after what felt like hours they stopped to catch a breath. Jameson was expecting to kiss more because, God, he had been waiting for this since forever. He didn't need the kiss, or to get drunk to realise it, he always knew but the kiss just made him realise how much exactly he wanted his best friend to be his girlfriend. He was about to lean in but she got off of his lap, and laid on his bed comfortably.

“I'm sleepy.” Was all she said.

Jameson didn't know what to say at first but got himself together quickly. “I'll sleep in the guest room.”

“No, stay.”

_

Next morning, Jameson was already awake when she woke up with her hands on her head with an obvious headache.

“How is your head?” Jameson asked as he gave her some painkillers, and a glass of water which he kept on the bedside table.

“Horrible. We're never, ever, ever drinking like that again.” She said after taking the pill.

He smiled but the memories from last night flashed, he was waiting for her to say something about it.

“How the hell did Nash’s hat come here?” She asked, looking at the cowboy hat.

Jameson felt disappointed that she doesn't remember how, it means she probably doesn't remember the kiss as well.

“How much do you remember?” He asked.

“Uh, a couple rounds of drink or dare.” She tried remembering it.

“Okay.”

“What's with that tone?” She asked.

“What tone?”

“You sound so sad…did we break into Nash’s room or something? Or something even better that I don't remember.”

Jameson was debating whether or not to tell her about the kiss, she did kiss him last night but did she actually want it? Hell, did he even want it? Or was it just a stupid thing that they did when they got drunk. He was so confused but lying to his best friend isn't an option.

“Uh..I'm not sad, it's just you forgot that we…kissed.”

“What?!”

“Yeah.”

“Liar.”

“I'm not.” He said it in a serious tone, she looked down for a while before speaking.

“We were both wasted…and it's just a kiss.”

Jameson’s heart was pricked by a hundred needles. “Yeah, just a kiss. And a drunken mistake.”

“Yeah. I'm gonna leave, I have to leave early.”

“You sure? You rest for a while.”

“No, I should leave.”

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