#topper fic

When you woke up this morning you knew it was going to be an awful day, even before hearing the tantalizing voice of the frat boy you were recently tangled with. The two of you were only excessively spending time with each other to keep up with the appearance that you two were "dating". It was pretty stupid, you weren't going to lie, but after Sarah Cameron, the royal kook herself, dumped Topper for a slight downgrade and you had been kicked to the curb by your own royalty adjacent shit eater boyfriend, both of your parents were desperate for you two to find someone else. The begging and crying had got so bad that you finally caved and asked Tops to be your boyfriend until you could find someone else. You expected him to turn you down immediately, wanting to reminisce in the heartbreak, but he was rather excited especially with the prospects of possibly making Sarah just a tad jealous. You and Sarah haven’t been on speaking terms since the 7th grade and your history had been messy since the start. It was a win for both sides of the party and a deal neither of you wanted to miss out on. It came with its consequences though, you had caught feelings for Topper and you caught them hard. The more time you spent with the frosted tip goalie the more you had to keep reminding yourself that this "relationship" wasn't real and you had started regretting ever doing this in the first place. On top of your emotional distress, you were now sick. The sickness that was milling around while you were asleep was now ravaging through your body. You should've started chugging Nyquil two days prior, but being an idiot you just ignored it, and now you’re sicker than shit. It was concentrated in your chest and nasal passages. You could feel the mucus slowly building in your chest. It sat heavily at the base of your throat as the access spilled out through your nose.

"Babe, you are not going to believe this!" He was loud, so much so that your alarm would be jealous. This vocal range was reserved for special occasions since he is known for exclusive using his indoor voice, so you knew something was up.

"Can we cut it out for today Box Tops?" You croaked from the nest of blankets and pillows that you created.

"Ew, oh my god, y/n, are you okay?" He was aghast at the sight in front of him. You were buried under multiple blankets, so much so that he could only tell that you were in there because of the used tissues that were scattered all over your bed.

"Why does your room look like a 14-year-old's room?" He continued not allowing you to gather enough air in your flooded lungs to hack out an answer. Topper left his shoes by your door which you had to train him to do.

"Because I'm sick, you asshole!" With all your might you could barely bring yourself to semi-yell and you immediately regretted it as it sent you into a coughing fit that only flamed your burning throat and lungs.

"Go home, Top, I don't want you to get sick" you added after you recovered and shimmied inside your cacoon to face him better. You swore that he got cuter from the last time you saw him which was about 28 hours ago. Topper took a few steps forward before you threw out your hands.

"Don't get any closer!"

"What why?" He teased inching forward, letting his backpack, which he let you embroider, slump against your bed frame.

"You already know why!" You stated sternly, yet he still ignored you. Topper immediately jumped onto your bed and engulfed you in a gator hug.

"What the fuck!" You were able to place your foot on his stomach and push yourself away from him, but that was short-lived as he wormed his way under the blankets.

"Just shut up and enjoy my company" he reached out and pulled you to him wrapping his arms around you comforting you.

"Topper James Thornton, you're going to get sick and then die!" You try to fight him off again but he doesn’t even budge.

"I accept my fate!" He proclaimed giving you a quick kiss on your forehead and lessened the grip he had around you. You were going to continue fighting him but instead, you let a sigh escape your lips and dropped your head onto his shoulder. There was nowhere else to place your arm except around his waist. You slowly walked your fingers across his middle until your arm was wrapped around his waist it was almost like second nature at this point. The both of you stayed like that for a while. It let you reminisce about his presence next to you holding you close. Something that might be over soon if either of you decides to get a legit partner. At this point, if someone asked you out you didn't know if you could bring yourself to say yes. You would rather lie to yourself about Topper being your actual boyfriend for just a little while longer. After a few minutes, Topper shifted underneath you and fished out his laptop.

"So, what does my girl want to watch?" The way "my girl" rolled off his tongue flooded your stomach with butterflies, even though he was only doing it in a joking way.

"Wait... Let me see...Tremors or Spice World?" he grabbed your face in his hands and felt around for a second. He squished your face every so often all the while making a thinking noise.

"Topper!" Your voice was muffled by how squished he had your face.

"Wait... Almost there...Got it!" He beamed down at you and finally let you go.

"Spice World, right?" He looked at you expectantly. You let out a chuckle as a grin overtakes your features.

"Yes, Box Tops, you are correct and your prize is having me narrate this entire movie" You snuggle in closer to his side.

“Of course...that’s the whole point, isn’t it?” You joked, lingering in the passenger seat of the car, as if you wouldn’t have to go inside if you didn’t move. It could all just rewind, back to weeks ago when you were still a little uncoordinated. Rewind back to Topper “teaching” you how to drive his prized jeep, parking behind the small strip of stores near the school to just listen to music and make-out in the back seat.  

“You text me if you need anything, okay?” Your dad requested, giving you a quick hug before he got into your mom’s car and left you there in the parking lot alone. Even if you wanted to rewind you couldn’t...what was there left to rewind to?

You sat on the driver’s side of Topper’s jeep, door open, legs dangling as you leaned against the seat, sitting sideways while you watched Topper at the bottom of his driveway, talking to Sarah Cameron. She was riding passed on her bike, achieving that effortless cool vibe that seemed to follow her wherever she went, and she’d stopped to talk to him. It wasn’t really her fault, you told yourself, he could’ve waved. But one minute he was swearing he was gonna let you take the Jeep for a spin around Figure Eight and the next he was standing there talking to Sarah. 

You thought about getting out of the car, walking down and interrupting their conversation. Of course, then you would just be that awkward third wheel. How pathetic would you be, standing next to your boyfriend while he ignored you? You pushed your foot against the brake and started the chair, engine revving to life as Sarah and Topper both looked up the driveway towards you. 

Over the lull of the engine and the music you were fiddling with, you didn’t hear his goodbye to Sarah. You practically jumped in your seat when Topper’s hand landed on your bare thigh, just above your knee. You turned to look at him and it was as if all the worry you’d had over Sarah disappeared when he leaned over, kissing your leg. 

“Ready?” 

“You know my dad is paying for someone to teach me how to drive?” You mentioned, leaning over to kiss him when he stepped up on the running board, hanging into the driver’s side of the car as if he was reluctant to do more than spend time with you.  

“Yeah, in some shrimpy little car. This requires finesse.” He replied, making you laugh as you leaned back against the seat.

“Finesse?” You teased, “I think you’re full of shit. You just want me to practice so you don’t have to drive.”

It had been Topper who made the jab that “When you get your license you can drive us home from parties,” as if your sole responsibility from that day forward would be designated driver for the guys every time they drank too much at a party. You had been ready with a comeback, a really witty one that you couldn’t remember now, when Sarah had come down into the kitchen of the Cameron house, interrupting the small gathering and pulling all your boyfriend’s attention. Even Rafe looked apologetic.

“Babe?” Topper repeated himself, catching your attention this time.  

“Sorry, preparing myself to drive this beauty,” you joked half-heartedly, “hey what were you talking to Sarah about?” You were never one to let things lie.

“Nothing, just saying hi.” He shrugged. “You ready?”

“Yeah, totally. Can’t drive with you hanging on to the driver’s side though, can I?”  

“Right, right, sorry,” he kissed you one more time, an overcompensation for the moment, “you just look so hot sitting in the driver’s seat.”

You didn’t look hot standing at the counter, waiting for the lady to acknowledge your presence. When she looked up she said nothing to you, only held out her hand, an indication to give her the paperwork you’d brought along. She gave little in the way of instruction other than telling you to sit in the chair and stare at the little red light above the camera on her computer.  

Someone on the other side of you was complaining about their picture as you sat down on the folding chair, brushing your hair out and trying to remember the tips from that ‘taking a good license picture’ tiktok you’d agonized over, trying desperately to make sure you didn’t look dumpy, or half-asleep, or like you wanted to murder someone, or like you were completely heart broken.  

“You think your dad is watching us?” Topper asked, hand slipping beneath your sweatshirt as he kissed you. Parked on the street outside your house, sitting in the backseat.  

“Probably,” you replied, fingers running through his short hair as he kissed your neck, “but it’s super fucking weird that you’re mentioning my dad while macking on me.”

“Macking on you,” he laughed, “you sound like a pogue.”

“I do not.” You protested, nudging his side.  

The camera flashed and you were positive that you blinked but the lady behind the counter didn’t seem to notice. You wanted to ask if that was it, was it over? Did you get to walk away with your shiny new license, sit in the front seat and try your hardest not to cave to the pressure and call your father to bring you home. You could do this, you had driven a million times now.  

“Here sweetheart,” the pet name tacked on to the end felt empty and you doubted that she really meant to say it at all but you thanked her all the same, taking the laminated card from her hand and staring down at it.  

You looked sad.  

Maybe that was why she called you sweetheart. Because today should have been exciting, you had been talking about getting your license the way some people talked about winning the lottery. It wasn’t just freedom to drive wherever you wanted, it was freedom to drive one very specific place. Every time he drove you home, parking on the side street for a few extra minutes together, neither of you ready for the night to end, you thought about what it would be like when you could drive. Would it make the trip home lonelier or would you get to spend those extra minutes with him, not crammed in the back seat of a jeep but up in his room.  

It didn’t matter, in the end, because either way you were alone. Silence in the car because you couldn’t bear to hear the radio right then. You stopped at the red light on the corner of your street, your dad’s car idling there as you waited.  

Topper’s jeep was sitting there on the side street where it always was. He was across the street, standing there at the end of the driveway, arms around Sarah Cameron and you remembered why you hated living so close to Tanneyhill.  

The light changed and you exhaled, stepping on the gas as you cruised through the intersection, doing your best to stare straight ahead, to keep your tears at bay until you could get inside.  

-

And maybe they had been bad for a while but Topper and Rafe were friends. Best friends. And you hadn’t meant to come between them.  

“Why are lying?” Rafe’s fist slammed against the bureau as you stood in his room with him, trying to inch closer to the door without him noticing. You’d only come over because you had forgotten your phone. You had hoped to get in and out without seeing him but Wheezie had texted Rafe that you were over and now here he was, still closer to the door than you were.

“I’m not lying to you, I was with Scarlett.” You insisted, knowing it was a lie. You couldn’t feel bad though, and you could never tell him who you were with.  

“Bullshit! I know you were with Topper!” He shouted and you backed away, stepping further into his room. All that progress lost as he walked toward you. “Is that what is? Are you fucking him?”

“What the hell is wrong with you Rafe? God, you’re so fucking paranoid-”

You were cut off as Rafe grabbed your jaw, squeezing so tight his fingers dug into your cheeks. “Don’t lie to me you fucking bitch. I know you’ve been screwing Topper behind my back.” He hissed. He walked you back towards his bed, pushing you down on the mattress. When he let you go to get off his belt you kicked him, rolling off the bed and running for the door.  

Rafe’s hand slammed against the door, closing it before you even had a chance to open it all the way, hitting you and knocking you into the bureau. You struggled with him, biting his hand when he grabbed your mouth, and kicking him again before you could finally open the door and get out, running down the stairs, phone on the floor of his bedroom.  

You ran out the front door of Tanney Hill and kept going until you reached Kelce’s house, leaving behind your car too. You knew Topper would be at Kelce’s and, while the last thing you wanted was to drag him into a fight with Rafe, you were terrified. It was the first time he’d been angry enough to assault you physically and you could feel yourself trembling as you knocked on the door.

“Oh my god!” Kelce opened the door, pulling you inside and wrapping his arm around you, “are you okay?”

“Is Topper here?” You asked, dissolving into tears as you tried to calm your beating heart. Everything had happened so fast.

“Top! Get out here!” He called, rubbing circles into your back.  

When Topper appeared at the end of the hallway you felt a fresh wave of tears. God, for him to see you like this. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked as he approached you, Kelce letting him take you from his arms. You wrapped your arms around Topper’s waist, pressing your face into his chest so he couldn’t see you. He shushed you, kissing your head, “please talk to me sweetheart, what happened?”

Topper had happened weeks ago. After Rafe had ditched the two of you at the Island Club to meet up with Barry. You had spent the rest of the day with your best friend, lamenting more than once how much you missed just hanging out with him the way you used to. Before you and Rafe started dating and Rafe thought every guy who looked at you was a threat, his friends included. And when Topper drove you home that night and kissed you in the driveway you realized why Rafe was so paranoid.

“I’m sorry, I just...” Topper had sighed, eyes meeting yours in the dim overhead light of his Jeep, “I fucking hate seeing you with him. He doesn’t treat you right.”

You didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t really deny his claims, he was probably right. Rafe didn’t treat you right. He treated you like an object. You didn’t know what to say so you said nothing, leaning back across the middle console and kissing him. It was the first of hundreds, all stolen when you were alone. Out on shopping dates with Scarlett. Stuck at home with homework. Everytime Topper was sleeping over Kelce’s. You wanted every time to break it off with Rafe. To call him and tell him that it was over, that you loved Topper, but you never did. You were always too afraid. Of Rafe, of hurting someone, of hurting yourself.

“Babe, please, you’ve got to talk to me?” Topper said, finally catching your gaze. His breath caught at the sight of your bruised skin, “Who gave you that black eye?”

“Topper.” You stressed his name. He knew what it was, you pleading with him. A silent plea, don’t make me tell you.  

“What’s going on?” Kelce asked, looking between the two of you. He knew snippets, he knew you were cheating on Rafe with Topper. He’d been keeping the secret too.  

“Rafe.”  

“Rafe did this?” Kelce touched your arm cautiously, catching your attention, “Rafe did this?”

You nodded, the lump in your throat threatening to close off your airway. Topper rubbed his hands along your arms, separating the two of you. He grabbed his keys off the hall table and you panicked, “no Top-”

“No. He’s not fucking getting away with it this time.” Topper replied. “I told you, if he laid a hand on you it was over. Look at you.”  

“Come on. I’ll stay with you.” Kelce promised.

“No, I wanna go. I don’t want him to hurt you.” You insisted, grabbing Topper’s arm.  

-

Rafe was exactly where you’d left him, in his room. He was sprawled on the bed now, smoking. Clouds of smoke rose from his lips and crashed into the ceiling. When his door opened and Topper came in he only laughed, sitting up.

“Yo man, I’m not into threesomes, you can take your whore home.” He laughed.  

When Topper grabbed his shirt, pulling him forward off the bed, Rafe hit his knees, a little too disoriented to stand up. Topper didn’t seem bothered by the unequal playing field, kicking Rafe in the stomach as Kelce stood in the door with you. “If I ever see you anywhere near her, you’ll have me to deal with.” Topper threatened.

“You got it all wrong Top, I don’t want anything to do with that slu-”  

Topper hit him again before he could finish his sentence.  

“What the fuck!”

“Stay away from her!” Topper threatened.  

“Top,” you called his name and he glanced back at you, “let's just go. He’s not worth it. Please.”

Kelce grabbed your phone as Topper followed you out of Rafe’s room, leaving behind his once best friend.  

-

You attempted not to read much into it to save yourself the heartache. But this had been going on for some time. He started to ask for your number or what your plans were after work. You declined each time thinking it was some kind of kook joke. Why else would he want anything to do with you? You were a pogue and they supposedly hated them. You worked all the time to help pay the bills and could never live up to his standards. 

One day after a particularly long shift, you trudged out to your car pockets full of tips from a certain blond. Just as you were opening the door to your rusted old beat up ride, you heard someone shout your name. 

“Y/n! Hey wait!” it was Topper running towards you alone for once. You rolled your eyes at what ridiculous thing he was going to say this time. 

“Yes, Topper?” you questioned. He caught his breath and then stared at the ground for a moment before meeting your gaze. “I was just wondering… If maybe you wanted to come to Midsummers with me?” he said the last part almost under his breath, but you definitely heard him. You laughed in shock. His face fell and you felt a little guilty for laughing. The other boys weren’t around, but this could still be some prank. “Wait. Are you being serious?” you asked incredulously.

He gnawed on his bottom lip and nodded his head yes. Why in the world would Topper Thornton want to take you to the biggest kook fest on the island? You thought about how nice it would be to dance with him and spend real time with him though. You decided you were done denying yourself from being happy.

“If this is some kind of sick joke, I’ll kill you. But yes, I’ll go” his face erupted into a giant grin. He moved to hug you and twirled you around. “Yes finally! I was starting to think you’d never say yes to anything.” You giggled at how excited he was, he actually sounded genuine.

The whole car ride home you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. It was really happening. You were going on a date with Topper. Then it hit you. You didn’t own or have anywhere near the amount of money to buy a dress that would be appropriate for Midsummers. You started to sulk knowing you couldn’t go. You wanted to cry, but remembered this is why you always told him no. You whipped out your phone and searched for the contact you had wanted to text many times before. Topper’s number was saved from the many times he asked, and you relented one time, but still never texted him. 

hey i can’t go anymore. sorry. 

what? u already changed your mind?

You decided it was better not to reply after that. What could you even say to justify cancelling on him not twenty minutes later? He texted you a string of messages trying to get you to respond.

The next day at work you were restocking the cart trying to ignore your disappointment. Topper walked up behind you and started chatting like nothing happened. 

“What color do you like better white or blue? I’m trying to pick out my tie.” he asked nonchalantly. “Topper, what part of not going do you not understand?” you turned back around to continue your task. He raised his hands in the air confused, “You’re not actually serious about not going?” he was almost angry. 

“Yes, I’m serious! Sorry the poor pogue can’t afford a dress for your stupid Midsummers. Now if you’ll excuse me, some people have actual work to do.” You bumped into his shoulder and strutted away. He was left standing there hurt by your anger but more importantly upset that he didn’t realize. He had never any intention of making you pay for things, he had plenty of that. In fact, he wanted to take you dress shopping. It dawned on him that he lost that opportunity. 

After another long day of work, you slumped your way through the front door. You parents met you with confused looks on their face. “Y/n. It looks like someone left you something?” you mother hesitantly spoke. You rounded the corner to see a rack filled with white and blue dresses. Your heart stopped for a moment knowing who it was. They were so beautiful. That’s when you figured out that meant they were also expensive. He just thought of you as some charity case. You scoffed, “Leave them.” and you stormed off into your room leaving your parents stunned. 

The day of Midsummers had arrived, and you kept wavering between wanting to go and never wanting to see Topper’s face again. Evening rolled around and you had many missed calls and messages from him. He was still hopeful you would come. 

It was an hour into the event and Topper was sulking at the table. His friends had tried to get him to enjoy the night, but he just sent them away. He didn’t even mingle with his parent’s work friends like he was expected to. You decided you were being immature and there was a boy that really wanted to spend time with you. Even though he may have made a debatable choice. You sprinted around getting ready. You picked one of the blue, light, and airy dresses and rushed out of the door.

Once you spotted him your heart sank knowing you made him feel like that. You approached him, but he didn’t notice you since he was too enveloped in his own thoughts. “Hey, did you still want a date?” you offered a hopeful smile. He lifted his head at the sound of your voice and immediately stood up. “Y/n, you came. Of course, I do. Do you want to dance?” he extended his hand to you. You placed your hand into his and followed him to the dance floor, while a slow song played. 

“I’m sorry for standing you up and being rude. I just didn’t like you pitying me” you confessed. He wrapped his hands around your waist and started swaying. “I don’t pity you. I think you’re truly amazing. I didn’t even think about how insensitive I was being. I’m sorry.” 

You smiled at his apology. “Start over?” you offered. He nodded in return. You leaned your head on his chest and started to swing back and forth. 

You were thankful you finally took a chance on the boy. You deserved to enjoy nice things too.

Topper has always adored your hair. It was the first compliment he had ever given you when you two first met. Something about your springy hair that was twice the size of your head drove him crazy. His favorite hairstyle was when you wore it up loosely letting all your smaller curls drape down the front of your face and neck. 

Once he realized you were awake and paying attention, he leaned down to play a small kiss on your forehead. “Good morning, beautiful” he beamed. He was always notorious for showering you with compliments every day. Being with Topper meant never questioning his feelings for you or not feeling good enough. He was very vocal with emotions and wanted you to know just how perfect he thought you were. In all reality, he was affectionate with his touch as well. He was always holding your hand, wrapping his arms around your waist, rubbing your back, and recently playing with your hair. You had given him the permission he apparently was waiting for, because now it became a regular occurrence to wake up to.

“Morning, babe” you replied to the early riser. Once you snuggled back into his chest, he went back to work. His fingers pulling your coils straight to let them bounce completely back to their shape. He was fascinated and in love with the woman who made him feel safe and accepted. 

“Why don’t you go back to sleep and leave my curly Q’s alone?” you chuckled mimicking what he once called them. His focused face broke out into a large grin. He knew that you loved to make fun of his habit. But he, also, knew you loved the feeling of your hair being played with. It was calming and sent shivers down your spine. It could always put you to sleep even on your most anxious days. “Fine” he pretended to pout and slouched down into the bed throwing his arms around you.

“Y/n?” he asked softly through your mane smushed into his face. “Hm?” you mumbled already getting sleepy again. “I really love you” he confessed, pushing your little corkscrews out of his face and kissing the crown of your head.

“I know. I love you too, T” your heart tightened thinking about how much you love and care for the sensitive boy. Topper made you feel like a goddess and your mission was to make him feel like that too. He made you feel comfortable being wholly yourself. It was what drew him to you, the way you made him seem as if he was the only one. He got to love you selflessly, solely, and completely. 

You ran your fingers down his shirtless body feeling his goosebumps arrive. His abs tensed under your touch. He was sun kissed and tanned from the summer days. His skin was lighter in comparison, but still radiating in the early morning light. You moved your hand to glide over his defined and bulky arms, yet the skin was so soft. That was probably your favorite thing about him. His strength and definition were obvious, but he had the smoothest skin. Your fingertips traveled back up his arm and you slid your palm onto his stubbly face. He sent you a small smile in return. You brushed his little blond strays off his forehead and into the rest of his silky hair.

“You’re beautiful too, Topper” you admired wanting him to know how you felt. He slightly arched to meet your lips as a thank you. Your soft lips melted together with ease.

Before, even though it hadn’t been a real issue, he had made it one. He claimed it was better if you and he didn’t hang out alone since he was dating Sarah. Kelce said it was because he had feelings for you but you were hesitant to believe that Topper would ever reciprocate the feelings you had for him. But Sarah was out of the picture now and your friendship was back to as normal as it could be.  

“As exciting as watching you guys do this is...I’m gonna go grab some food.” You announced, standing up and slipping your feet into your slides.  

“Where?” Topper asked, not looking up from the game.

You rolled your eyes at their obliviousness. You’d meant that you were leaving altogether to get food with no plan to return. “Where do you want?” You asked, looking over at Kelce as he paused the game long enough to give you an order.

“Will you grab me a breakfast sandwich from Bittersweet? And a side of bacon?” He asked. “And a side of homefries.”

“And a side of anything else?” You snarked.  

“I’ll have the same thing.” Topper said, reaching over and running his hand down the back of your calf, pulling you closer to the couch.  

“Stop,” you smacked his hand away, scrunching up your nose, “you know I’m ticklish.”

“My bad.”  

“Yeah right,” you grabbed your keys and your wallet off the couch next to him. “I’ll be back.” Just as you said it you turned your head to look at Topper, leaning over and giving him a kiss without thinking about it.  

Certainly not platonic, the kiss was so casual that Topper almost thought he imagined it. Especially when you stood up and breezed out of the room as fast as you could. He sat there for a couple seconds just staring in shock. The only thing that broke him out of it was Kelce smacking his arm and telling him to go after you.  

“Dude, she just kissed you man, you gotta follow through.” Kelce said. He was just as blown away as Topper though he recovered much faster. He knew that the two of you had feelings for each other.  

“Right, right, yeah.” Topper stood up, tossing his controller back onto the couch when he almost walked out of the room with it and then heading down the hall for the front door. You were at your car when Topper got to Kelce’s porch.  

You had stopped to text a friend, freaking out internally that, not only had you kissed Topper, but you had done it so casually it was as if you always kissed him. He would know that you liked him, know that you thought about what it would be like to date him on a regular basis. He would realize that your feelings for him extended far passed friendship and you had to admit that you were terrified you had just ruined a great thing.  

You heard your name being called and looked up to see Topper coming down the front steps toward you. “Wait!” He pleaded when you grabbed your door handle, ready to jump in the car and drive yourself straight off a cliff.

“Top, I can ex-”

Before you could finish your sentence he had made it over to you, grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you. Not the casual ‘I’ll see you later’ ‘we’ve been dating forever’ kiss that you had planted on him before you walked out the door. This was a ‘I have serious feelings for you that aren’t going to go away and this is the only way to express them kiss’. A kiss that made your head swim and your knees feel weak. You still held the door handle in one hand but the other gripped his button up, trying to pull him closer until you were trapped between him and your car.  

When he pulled away both of you were breathing heavy, your eyes wide as you stared at him, “you kissed me.”

“You kissed me first.”

“No...no, you kissed me. I just, that was...you kissed me.”

“I know,” Topper laughed, “you said that.”

“But...but you like Sarah.”

“No,” he shook his head, “no, I like you. More than I could ever like Sarah or anyone else.” Topper explained. “I didn’t realize it before. I know that sounds like a line but it isn’t. When you kissed me it was like everything just made sense.”

“You are so cheesy,” you laughed, “but I know exactly what you mean.”

Topper leaned in, about to kiss you again when the sound of someone clearing their throat caught both your attention, Kelce was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. “I’m super happy for you guys but would it possible for you to wrap it up...I’m starving.”

“Come on man,” Topper groaned, pulling away from you to smack his best friend on the arm, “you’re the one who told me to come out here.”

“Wrap it up.” Kelce repeated.  

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