"old habits die hard huh" "what's that supposed to mean" his face is red by the way …one of your other friends bring the focus back to what the weekend is truly about: getting fucked up. you guys take shots and reminisce about old high school memories and tell some of the stories from your undergrad and it's just a good time!! once everyone is a sufficiently buzzed to tipsy you decide to play truth or drink.

and nothing can go wrong! (everything can in fact go wrong.)

you're leaning on robby's shoulder and his hand is on your knee and he's rubbing a patch of skin that peeks out of the hole in your jeans and you kinda get where your friends are coming from and in your defense you're both very touchy people..touchy people attract each other like magnets its crazy and the two of you act like some. can't go a second without touching in some way, hands finding each other under the table at dinner, the same familiar hand on your thigh, just you know casual platonic affection with nothing behind it of course yeah…and that's how you guys used to act ! it's nothing new, you've had many sleepovers where you found yourself with your head on his chest and a leg thrown over his waist (wild ass sleeper..) or facing each other with a hand on his cheek and his hand on your back (under your t-shirt btw) legs intertwined just..you know the crazy thing is it's not even your t-shirt you took it from him a while ago. he knows, he lets you have it and you let him put his hand under your shirt. you know like platonically.

other than that you two haven't kissed maybe you gave him a cheek kiss on the last day of summer and he pulled you in for a tight hug and kissed the top of your head but like you guys were best friends…it's gonna be a big change not being around each other. god forbid two friends show affection 🙄 (both of you are terrified of both rejection and destroying your friendship) and it was honestly pretty nice to fall back into how it was. and now it's getting thrown back in your face because it's your turn and you've just been asked if you've ever hooked up with robby. and your face heats up and you start sputter like you actually HAVE hooked up with robby but you haven't so you say no and your friend CHEATS and asks to change the question and you're all too drunk to care about the rules so the council allows it "have you ever wanted to hook up with robby" and you start drinking and there's a chorus of ooos and giggles and robby actually fell back with his hands over his face seemingly frustrated with the topic being on him for far too long. the game goes on of course but he doesn't forget that you never answered the question. eventually it all winds down you head back to your rooms and you get to your bed and are looking at the ceiling hoping that he won't wanna talk about it later because he always wants to talk about something as long as he can deflect and you know this is exactly why you never did anything in high school and who is knocking at the door. and of course its him and he looks like hes been thinking which of course is almost always what he's doing and you let him in and you sit on your bed and he sits across from you and it's quiet for a bit before he says "i missed you" and you push him because "you are so corny" and he rolls his eyes because you knew that already and it's like he's still waiting for your answer, "i missed you too" and he moves his hand on your thigh (again.) and he looks up at you, "you never answered the question." and you fall back into the pillows, "i was hoping you wouldn't ask but how could i forget your incessant need to be in my business at all times" and he laughs "it's been a minute since i have i think its warranted" and you glare at him because …well come on it is warranted but it's still agitating and he takes your hands and pulls you up and you don't make eye contact when you finally give him an answer. you barely break the sound barrier when you give him an answer. you could hear a pin drop before you could hear your response. it's embarrassing because now he's goading you into basically yelling "yes!" and now he looks smug and you're pushing him away and his hand is wrapped around your wrist tugging you closer because you never really could hide from him could you? and you turn your head away from him with your eyes screwed shut and first he tries to lightly move your head forward and you don't budge. and he tilts his head "cmon i don't bite" and you turn to him peeved because "yes you do" and then you groan because the fucker got you "i hate you" "i thought you missed me" "that was before you bit- OW" he bit you AGAIN. "im gonna kick you out" "why havent you" "because i have a kind heart" and you both laugh and now it really feels like old times. when you weren't paying attention he soothed the bite with a kiss and he's been rubbing circles around it and god he's just the worst he knows what he's doing and you won't fall for it. he's just been looking at you and you know he's waiting for you to speak first GOD HE'S ANNOYING. "im sure this worked on your conquests in med school" "only a few of them" and you pretend to be offended and you lightly try to pull your wrist from him and he won't let you, "robby." and he calls you a nickname that he hasn't called you in years, you thought he forgot, unfortunately this guy has the memory of an elephant.