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itsonlydana · 2 years

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foolish bff to lovers mayhaps?

"I'm falling in love with your favorite song" ➷ Foolish

➛ pairing: cc!Foolish x gn!reader

➛ request/idea: It's never easy to develop feelings for your best friend, something you had to learn the hard way after you and Foolish went to the school dance as a joke. But at one of George's house parties, you have to ask yourself what's worse: never finding out if it could have turned into something, or putting your friendship at risk by jumping into the unknown?

➛ word count: 6k+

➛ tags/warnings: college!au, mention of alcohol but all main characters are sober, swearing, fluff, some anxiety about love, suggestive themes, dancing together/ ft: dream team, sbi and other familiar faces

➛ an: No idea when i answered a request with such a long fic, had fun writing it tho! I used this song (dance with somebody by mando dio) as inspiration since i can't get it out of my head. As always we have style-icon Eret, because there isn't a fic of mine where he isn't one (the streamer awards by qt speak for themselves), and football player Foolish as the best friend who is a bit more than that.

important links: rules + masterlist

🌿 reposts and comments are always appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing, especially when it comes to longer fics like this one <3

You should have known from the beginning that one of your two best friends, Eret, was up to something, and most likely to no good. Normally and to everyone else, he and his expression were unreadable, even more so when he didn't want to share his thoughts with the world, so when he picked you up for George and his closest friends Dream and Sapnap's house party, and you opened the door to the biggest grin in the world, you should have been skeptical.

But you pushed aside all doubts of his surely only pure intentions of distraction and celebration of the last exam at the anticipation of an evening far from your school material, with which you struggled for weeks to prepare for your now finished exams.

As before every party, the afternoon consisted of mostly chit-chat about the last days of school while Eret made himself comfortable on your bed and helped you decide on an outfit while painting his nails black with white, french tips. This time he had opted for black cloth pants with a high waist and long wide legs, and a sleeveless white blouse with a deep neckline, to which he wore shiny black docs; a "casual" outfit, as he had mentioned in a passing sentence. Yeah right, casual.. -for Eret, it might have been casual, others would break out those clothes for a trip to the opera or an important meeting, and not for a college party where spilling drinks was bound to happen.

After you too had found something you'd not only feel comfortable in for the rest of the evening but also one that looked "damn hot" according to Eret's whistling, you had posed in your mirror, decorated with many polaroid pictures, one last time for a photo and had headed out.

sIt was a warm summer night, the chirping of crickets in the gardens accompanied you on the walk from your house down the street towards George's. You didn't know when you last caught an evening like this in the last few weeks, every day had been filled with books and study notes for exams, but now that you had that behind you, you wanted to get back to enjoying life, summer and all that this time brought.

"I think I want to do something outside of my comfort zone today," you surprised yourself by stating your thoughts directly. Normally -even in Eret's company- you preferred to think everything over before you rode yourself into some crap, like that one time you had accidentally agreed too quickly to an evening you regretted afterward. Yeah, you definitely didn't want to go through that again.

Eret seemed puzzled as well, then a grin spread across his face like you had seen it a few hours ago. You couldn't place it there, but now that he looked like he knew something you didn't, you first noticed the mischievousness in his eyes.

"Oh yeah?"

Slightly skeptical, you eyed him. "Yeaaah?" you drawled out the word, your excitement and genuine enthusiasm beginning to wane, making you think three times about whether you still stood behind your words. "Why?" you pecked because Eret didn't look like he was going to share his thoughts directly with you.

The bastard lived on the control he had over people, thanks to his mysterious nature. You loved him, in a friendly way, but sometimes you wanted to pull his ears when he kept something from you and waited for you to try getting it out of him.

Eret slowed his steps so you could keep up better and shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants. "What did you have in mind?"

His question sounded so innocent, so well-behaved as if he actually wanted to hear your plans, but you knew full well that he was just waiting for the perfect moment, preferably one where you weren't prepared for it, to drop the bombshell of information that was so clearly on the tip of his tongue. He might have been able to fool others, but you were always prepared after the many years of friendship.

You quickly went through all the typical college must-do moments that the other party people always talked about. "I don't know, maybe I'll jump in the pool with my clothes on or run away from the cops," you cringed even at the ideas that had first occurred to you, because first, you would never jump in a pool where half of the attendees had probably already dumped their alcohol, and second, George's friend Bad's dad was a cop, which meant no cops would be crashing the party like in the movies either.

It was at that moment, though, while you were still stuck in your thoughts, that Eret's grin fell and he sighed without batting an eye. "Oh, and I thought you were finally going to tell Foolish about your feelings."

You almost tripped over your own feet and would have most likely made acquaintance with the hard floor rather than your brain would have followed along and processed Eret's words, but fortunately, it didn't even come to that, because Eret put an arm around your shoulders.

"You know," he began, while you were still searching for your tongue. "There's nothing that screams 'out of my comfort zone and college party moment' more than the long-anticipated conversation between two blind best friends who are too stubborn to talk about their feelings."

"Excuse me?" you gasped. He'd done it. Eret had actually managed to bring up the one subject you were usually always armed for, asking the one question you usually could, wanted, and would avoid!

Of course Foolish wasn't a taboo subject between you, he was part of your trio and your best friend since kindergarten. However, your feelings for him were something completely different, they were silenced by you and revived by Eret, because he was firmly convinced that he would reciprocate them. Total nonsense, in your opinion. It was absolutely impossible that Foolish had fallen in love with you too. With you it had been unintentional, an accident, to be exact. When Foolish had asked you to the prom last year, you had both agreed you would go as friends, at most as a fake date to cause a bit of chaos and not asked by others.

No feelings other than friendship, you had both agreed on that.

The only pity was that your brain and heart hadn't gotten along well once the first slow dance was called, and suddenly you'd seen him with very different eyes.

"I'm serious, (y/n)" Eret took his arm back to wave at a group of teenagers on bicycles who rode past you, the crates and bottles in their baskets jingling at the dramatic serpentine lines they lightheartedly made across the street, saying quite a bit about the party you would be joining as well.

"How long are you going to sigh to yourself and do nothing about it?" he asked you once the boys were out of earshot.

Slightly miffed, you snorted. "I am doing something about it!" you protested.

"Crying about romance movies and books while you read a guidebook on: how do I fall out of love isn't helpful, it's avoiding the issue."

You turned your head from the floor to Eret, your lips slightly parted in renewed protest and a hint of anger that he was now using your evening routine, which you had entrusted to him, against you.

He beat you to it though, shaking his head, "I'm just saying. Neither of you will ever be happy if you two keep sneaking around each other. Why don't you take your chance today, talk to him. You know Foolish will never mean you any harm if you confide in him."

As usual, you ignored every part where he talked about Foolish's feelings. Eret did that more often, saying "you two" or "sneaking around each other" or telling you something about "not unrequited." Yes yes, Eret could drill for a long time, you wouldn't fall for such tricks.

The rest of the way you chewed on his words like an old piece of chewing gum, they were tough and left a funny taste of "maybe he's right" in your mouth, while Eret himself kept the conversation alive. Fortunately, he dropped the "Foolish" topic and instead talked about how lucky George was, after all, because his parents regularly flew back to their home in England for their business, thus leaving the boy in charge of the entire house. None of the parties their son and his friends threw every time they put their feet out of the threshold interested them, they were so relaxed.

And George organized many parties, well his best friends Sapnap and Dream did it and the brit let them do it, as long as everything was cleaned up at the end.

Their trio resembled that of your friend group.

Dream, like Eret, was the emotional support to whom you could always complain about anything and be sure they wouldn't tell anyone. Both would throw everything down if you needed help, mostly this was used by Sapnap and Foolish.

The two seemed to share a brain cell at times, from what you heard at the parties or from their football practice. Sometimes you would sit with Eret for a relaxing movie night, until suddenly the phone would ring and Foolish would end up hesitantly asking how to -purely theoretically- get a bicycle out of a tree.

Then there was you and George. Most of the time you were rather quieter, matching your energy to that of the people around you and helping Dream and Eret help your idiot friends out of clumsy, ill-conceived situations.

Except you'd never regularly throw parties at your place like the ones George did and planned. Things never really went right, the mess spread to every inch of the property and the hours it took to clean up afterward alone were hours you could spend in your bed.

The loud music could be heard almost a whole block before, some typical party song with lots of instrumentals and similar lyrics about the many freedoms of summer and even though 90% of the songs on the radio right now sounded almost exactly like this one, you couldn't help but bob your head a little.

That must have been the magic of these songs, they got the adrenaline pumping through your veins and you believed time would be yours forever if you just kept singing and dancing along.

Eret's steps became bouncier as well, making you pick up the pace to keep up with the much taller one.

George's house was at the end of the street and if you wondered why none of the neighbors complained about the more than loud music, it was because they were all there. Even on the street itself, teenagers and young adults were standing together in groups, drinking beer and smoking. Some were riding around on their skateboards, sitting in open trunks or cargo areas of the cars that had parked up the entire turning circle in front of George's house.

You were glad to be out with Eret, because not only was he the perfect companion through the crowd thanks to his size, but he seemed to know everyone enough that they made room for you, greeted you, or even offered you a ride back, for which Eret thanked you with a laugh while already pushing you along in front of him.

It took you a while to get from the street to the house itself, constantly being stopped on all sides, many more plans for the summer made than there was time for, and many more promises of reunion made than could be kept.

In the front yard, you ran a zigzag course around the many bikes tossed onto the lawn and squeezed past a group of juniors sitting on the porch who were just happy to be there, even if they weren't allowed in the house. It had once been a joke that George's parents should declare the house the English Embassy so that people could follow the English Protection Act on the property, which allowed drinking over 16, but in the end, that was just always that: a joke.

And one of the two big rules for George's parties:

no high schoolers were allowed in the house

anyone who breaks anything gets kicked out

Sapnap also once wanted to kick out anyone who beat him at beer pong, but the rule was quickly scrapped by Dream after a series of losses and some heated discussion.

Both rules were strictly supervised by the group and so the younger ones were always sitting around outside or in the garden behind the house. Usually Bad or Callahan would stand at the front door and control who was allowed in and who wasn't, but as you climbed up the porch today, you encountered two familiar faces.

"Techno! Phil!" you exclaimed at the sight of the two siblings in the doorway, and joyfully you took two steps at once.

"Hey mate!", Phil, the older of the two greeted you and Techno nodded at you too with a friendly smile.

Despite the few words, you were pulled into a short hug by both of them, but it didn't last long, as one of the younger ones used the moment to rush past you into the house, whereupon Techno just smiled back at you before running after the boy.

Phil laughed as the cheers of the guests could be heard from inside, a chorus of "Techno! Techno! Techno!" resounded over the music, commenting on the pink-haired man's chase of his latest victim.

Techno and Phil were the older siblings of one of your friends Wilbur and had graduated last year. After that, the two of them had moved farther away to go to a university where they were both now studying history. Although Techno and Will were twins, the pink-haired one and Phil had always been closer, and you'd hardly seen them apart even in school. So you weren't surprised to see them here at the door as bouncers, there was something very very intimidating about them both when you didn't know them personally, but only from stories. Stories that Will exaggerated a lot most of the time, but that had only helped with their reputation.

While Eret lapsed into a conversation about college, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and quickly typed a message to Foolish.

You: standing outside at georges. U there yet?

Foosh <3: WINNING BEER PONG RN COME IN TO LIVING ROOM

You shook your head with a grin at his message, the accidental capitalization and disregard for any comma placement was nothing new in the communication with your other best friend. Foolish had said several times that he had far too little time for meticulous grammar when you two were so on the same wavelength that you always knew exactly what he was going to say.

Since Eret was still talking to Phil about his university and its offerings, you just tapped him lightly. "I'm going in already, okay? Foolish says he's in the living room if you're looking for us," you let him know and then turned to Phil: "It's really nice to have you and Techno here again. I'm sure we'll see each other a time or two today!"

You pushed past Phil into the house and immediately the whole atmosphere changed. Apart from the fact that you already had to weave your way through the people in the entrance hall, which seemed a hundred times harder without Eret, the house looked more like a nightclub in the light of the many lanterns and LED lights than the friendly family home with the large open windows, the family photos and the freshly baked treats that George's mother provided at study dates before exams. You passed the kitchen first, where an array of snacks, store-bought but also a great many homemade, lay ready on the large kitchen island. The kitchen seemed a bit quieter, with people sitting on the counters and chatting.

You kept walking, cell phone clutched to your chest so you had a quick excuse if someone approached you that you didn't want to start a conversation with. Luckily, you got through to the living room easier than you did through the entryway, even though you felt like you were stuck to the floor, no sooner did your searching eyes find Foolish.

It wasn't hard to find him, the beer pong table was in both the loudest and most crowded corner of the large living room, probably thanks to the football team playing. As always, the guys had the attention of all the girls, who were standing around the table in flocks, just waiting to catch one of the glances with their giggles, or even to be approached. You could understand them somewhere, the football team was really attractive.

At one side of the table, Dream, Sapnap, Quackity and Bad were dueling with Sam, Puffy (the only girl on the football team), Ponk and, of course, Foolish, who was currently holding the white ping-pong ball between his thumb, index and middle fingers in high concentration and aiming for the last red cup on the opposing side. Sapnap was facing him, a white bandana holding his brown hair out of his face so that he wouldn't miss Foolish's throw by a distracting strand of hair, and his dark eyes were fixed on your best friend.

There were still 5 full cups on the table by Foolish's side, while there was only the one last one on the other, which Sapnap was trying to defend with his life. You wandered over to the table, expecting Foolish to finish the game so you could say hello to him, but it turned out differently. Foolish's previously focused gaze shifted as you stepped closer to the table, nearly black eyes darting to you the moment Foolish cocked his arm, let it shoot forward and let go of the ball.

He smiled at you until the white ball flew just past the edge of the red cup and was knocked away by Sapnap. The smile didn't last, Sapnap's team cheered at the blown chance of a win and Foolish's head snapped back into play.

You, however, were back on cloud nine. That smile, albeit brief, would drive you out of your mind!

With a sigh, you turned away from the table and the crowd and, with the cheers of Sapnap hitting a ball behind you, walked to the long gray sofa at the other end of the room. You were joined by two boys you didn't know and a couple engaged in a heated make-out session, allowing you to sink into your thoughts undisturbed as you continued to watch the game from a distance.

After a while of just watching Foolish's team lose cup after cup, someone dropped down on the couch next to you with a groan. You didn't have to look to the side, you felt the meaningful, slightly appraising look.

"Well, what does Phil say about-"

"What would you do if Foolish found someone else?", Eret interrupted you. Your head sure did snap around now, nervous eyes darting over Eret's serious face. "What would you do if Foolish met someone today?" he repeated his question as you just looked at him with your mouth slightly open.

"I...I don't know. Eret, why would you ask me something like that?"

The brunette shook his head. "You can't talk your way out of this one with I don't know. You know the answer, you know how you feel. Let me ask you again, what would you do if you came back to school at the end of the summer and Foolish was there cozying up to a partner at the lockers?"

You lapse into silence, in pure protest because you didn't want to answer him to such a stupid question, and because your mind was projecting thousands of painful images to that stupid question.

You saw the hallway of the school in front of you, feeling the excitement and nervousness of being once again back in the classrooms after a liberating summer, instead of spending time outside. Then you saw Foolish, leaning against the blue lockers he usually waited in front of to escort you to your class, but he wasn't standing alone. Leaning against your locker was another person, someone clearly more popular and handsome, with your best friend's jacket tied around their hips.

You bit your lower lip until it was about to pop open and looked away from the image into Eret's warm eyes. "Why not me? I would wonder why this isn't me and wish to be in this place," your voice didn't really sound like yourself, lost was the excited zest in your words and you were a little annoyed at this mood kill from Eret. "You're such a killjoy, Eret," you cursed your best friend. "Couldn't I have just enjoyed the party and forgotten about that stupid crush for once? It brings me nothing but heartache and shitty rhetoric questions don't really help me get over him."

"But you don't want to get over him at all." Eret soothingly put a hand on your thigh, thus stopping the up and down bobbing of your leg, which you had started oblivious to. "You asked yourself why you couldn´t be the person with him, so you're already hoping for something out of your crush."

You snorted. "At most, that it will disappear soon."

You almost thought you heard an "Unbelievable you two" from Eret's murmurs, but the loud music and cheering from the beer pong table quickly drew your attention back to the other side of the room.

There stood Foolish, or rather there he was leaping straight up into the air, hands clenched into fists in a victory pose as if he was about to hit the ceiling and was then lifted up by a screaming Sam holding onto his middle.

You couldn't help but grin, Foolish laughing loudly and heartily at their team's victory and jumping up and down so joyously, arms wrapped around his friends; his energy just infected you along with it, even if you had been thinking about heartbreak until a few seconds ago.

That was probably the other side of the coin, the benefit of your crush. Foolish's cheerful outlook on life, as well as his enthusiasm for even the tiniest things that others wouldn't even give a second thought, made you thrilled, too. There was nothing that cheered you up more after a day than walking around with Foolish, listening to him rave about the architecture of the houses, and then completely forget what he was talking about in the next second because a dog came towards you, which of course he had to pet.

All he had to do was smile at you, and you wouldn't even care if the world ended in front of you.

His laughter lit up not only the room, but your soul like nothing had ever done before.

Your sudden change of mood didn't escape Eret's notice either, as he had only quietly watched your whole posture relax, barely having looked at Foolish, everything about you had loosened up and any tension from before had fallen off, disappeared from the face of the earth, solely through a smile.

His hand, still on your thigh, patted your leg as Foolish hugged his friends one last time, giving a pissed off looking Sapnap a thumbs up and a "Maybe next time" before pushing two girls aside, his target: you guys, more likely you. Eret wasn't even sure if Foolish had noticed him at all.

Eret leaned toward you, placing his other hand on your glowing cheeks. "You'll never find out if it could have been you if you don't risk it, darling," he said softly enough that it could be swallowed by the music, but you heard his every word despite the bass and the loud pounding of your heart in your ears.

"I don't want to mess anything up," your voice broke, so softly you whispered your fears as you continued to smile at the approaching Foolish.

The hand on your cheek stroked your burning skin, the cool gold of Eret's many rings sending a pleasant and soothing chill through you, drawing you into the touch. Then Eret breathed a gentle kiss on your cheek, light as a feather and at the same time with so much strength behind it that for a moment no worries could get through to you and your best friend.

"You won't mess anything up," Eret reassured you, lips painted with lip gloss leaving a cool imprint on your skin.

You turned your head to him, watching as he stood up and then smiled, smearing away the remnants of pink lip gloss with his thumb.

Foolish had finally made his way over to you, his grin and euphoric aura of victory radiating off him, not even a little bit shaken by the threat thrown after him by Sapnap to kick him out for cheating -how can you even cheat at beer pong?!-.

He had just arrived at the couch when Eret turned around, only a cloud of sweet perfume and the slow onset of his words were signs that he had been there, at which point he had disappeared into the crowd, his curly brown head bobbing above the heads of the others in the direction of the kitchen.

You didn't have a moment to think about his words, in a whirlwind of a stormy greeting and overlapping sentences spoken far too quickly from, "Did you see my last throw? We won with that!" to "I'm so glad you're here! Techno and Phil are here too, did you meet them at the door?" and "I like your outfit, did you do something with your hair? It's all sparkly!" came upon you just as surprisingly, yet not unwantedly, as Foolish himself.

Hastily he dropped onto the couch next to you, only a few millimeters lay between your legs and all you had to do was move your hand slightly to the side and your fingertips would have touched, and put an arm behind you on the backrest. Dark brown, nearly black eyes sparkled at you overjoyed, his chest still rising rapidly at his quick breaths.

You waited until he paused to catch his breath. "I didn't see the throw, unfortunately, but I'm sure it was fantastic! And certainly better than the one I saw when I came in," at your teasing nudge to his side, a slight blush spread to the tips of Foolish's ears and he turned his chin away from you, mumbling something unintelligible. It looked incredibly cute, almost twisting your thoughts, but you quickly tried to stop that. Distractedly, you pressed your knee against his thigh, "And Sapnap didn't kick you out? You seem to have really kicked their asses in the beginning."

"Oh, you should have seen us!" laughed Foolish enthusiastically "I hit the first ball right away, just like Puffy and Sam. Quackity threw so badly at that game that I didn't even have to drink. Shortly after you wrote me I broke my high score of 4 hits in a row, I guess you are and will always be my lucky charm"

Lucky charm, a word that basically spoke for itself, and yet there was much more to it than others might suspect. The first time the name had come up was when you had accompanied Foolish to a football game, whereupon the team, stuck in a losing streak, seemed to have found new strength, for they won the game by a landslide.

After that, Foolish had begun to attribute any good fortune that happened to him around you to you, an A on a test he hadn't studied for, a postponed paper he had forgotten, a found bill he had taken you out for ice cream with afterward and you had enjoyed a refreshing fruit ice cream over the nice weather.

While Foolish kept talking about the party, the summer, the sloping roof of a house two streets away, and about Sapnap's frustration about losing, and you kept interjecting "yes", "ah i know what you mean", "mhm!", you slid deeper into the back of the seat and thus closer into Foolish's open side. You didn't notice much of that, your thoughts were centered around Foolish's beaming face, the way he emphasized everything with his hands and the passion behind every single word. He could have lectured you on math, if he did it as enthusiastically as he was doing it now, you were sure you would hang on his lips even under the circumstances of the hated subject.

It was no good hanging on his lips. It happened automatically, when he pronounced a word in a special way or his tongue moistened the lips dried from speaking your eyes automatically fell on his mouth, wandered over the pink, curved lips in a certain longing for closeness. You couldn't help it, your body and brain had detached themselves from rationality.

Damn it Eret, what kind of madness have you put in my head? you asked yourself as you caught yourself staring at Foolish's lips again, Eret's encouraging words now a mockery of your childish feelings over which you had lost all control. Before that night, you had always been well able to contain it all, to ignore that turmoil in your stomach when Foolish was present, and you certainly wouldn't have allowed yourself to so obviously fall prey to those nagging thoughts and hopes.

Although you didn't have any rational thoughts while listening, you knew exactly how dangerous it could become if the two of you continued to squat on each other here and not join the party. After all, you were here to party, to let go, and not to sit on the couch all evening pining over a love with no prospect of reciprocation.

In keeping with your decision to suppress your feelings, as usual, the song echoing through the house ended, of which you hadn't even noticed that it had drawn a large portion of the guests down to you and now significantly more young people were standing pressed together, singing along loudly to the music, and the melody faded into another one that was very familiar to you.

Your eyes opened wide, as did your lips, as you grabbed Foolish's hand, gasping for air, and shouting "Oh my God Foolish we have to dance!" you dragged him up off the couch. Laughing, he followed you, his warm hand in yours and close on your heels, as otherwise you would surely have gotten lost in the thickening crowd.

You found your place quite centrally, a narrow gap that practically forced you to stand chest to chest, but you were still firmly convinced it wouldn't matter to you, after all you had often danced close together as friends.

The people around you began to sing along with the lyrics, a wave of electric tension settled over the room smoky from a fog machine that had suddenly started and the smell mixed with that of sweat, alcohol and despite these infusions, you could only smell Foolish. His perfume was not really strong, it reminded you of trips to nature where you talked about God and the world, summer nights like this one where you walked an extra detour through the gardens after parties and fir trees where you used to climb up. It took over your senses, and with every breath, you became dizzier in the most delightful way.

Someone turned the music up louder, how that even worked at the previous volume was a wonder to you, but you immediately felt the effect the now floor-shaking bass had on everyone. The chorus became louder as well, bodies pressed against each other, crouching slightly to feel the dramatically rising song, and when a push in your back pushed you right up against Foolish and his hands placed themselves on your hips as if of their own accord, you were too immersed in singing along to think twice about it.

Foolish swayed along with the music, chest pressed to chest, your heartbeat one with the fast beat of the song.

The dance was different than usual, more intimate, closer, more willing than it should be, had the right to be. Every fiber of your body yearned for the feeling of being in his arms forever, and in a moment when Foolish pressed his forehead against yours, black eyes blazing with the white flickering lights of the room dancing along with you, focused on you alone, and you were held by his hands in a way so possessive you thought the world would never stop spinning, the urge to be his burned away any worries.

You wanted to be the person standing with him at the lockers after summer, his jacket against your body and your heart in his hands.

It was his dilated pupils as you wrapped your arms around his neck and the brief falter in the text before he caught himself again that made you braver.

You won't mess up

The way you and Foolish had initially bonded over enthusiastic conversations about architecture and coffee-infused nights of almost-forgotten school projects always had a special, platonic, and loving place in your memories and in your heart, but your closeness now, albeit in the heated arms of a balmy summer night and the overflowing influences of a student party, was a different ardency all altogether, much more intimate and deeper in a way that you couldn't help but tilt your head slightly closer to him, guided by that brewing feeling inside you. Your lips lightly brushed his before you pulled back, if only enough to look into his onyx eyes, eyes that silently yet so clearly screamed at you to get closer to him again.

There it was. The clear threshold between friendship and something more, which you were usually afraid of. One step over it and there would be no turning back, not for you or your heart.

His breath met your slightly parted lips with heat. Foolish looked at you intensely, his grip loosening as if to give you the chance to break away from him. He leaned to your side, pressed his mouth to your ear and his voice, rough from singing chased a pleasant shiver over your body. "I think I just fell in love with your favorite song" Foolish laughed "Ironic isn't it?" Even if his words sounded sarcastic, there wasn't a bit of evil behind them, if it was uncertainty. "I think, no I know that I fell in love with that song because you always seem to be another person when you hear it. You are... I will sound stupid so please don't laugh. When that song comes on you are happy, without a care for anything else going on. That's why I put it more than ten times in the playlist that George send around."

Surprised, you turned your head so you could look at him again. The butterflies in your stomach turned into fireworks, exploding at the loving gesture, which you had not expected. That Foolish had even noticed how much you liked the song was news to you, although it might explain why it had been played at every party so far. Had that all been him? Had Eret, that mysterious bastard actually been right and the two of you had been blindly prancing around each other without even once thinking of the possibility that the other might feel the same way? Great, you felt pretty stupid, even if those thoughts were quickly dispelled by a pair of lips at the corner of your mouth.

Your breath caught in your throat. "I wish I had some liquid courage for this, though I'm intoxicated by your mere proximity," Foolish continued talking, caught in his typical flow of speech "You're my best friend, and without you, life is boring and dull, you're like a drug I take to see the world in its most beautiful colors. You know what I mean? You make my head spin, I don't know what to think when you enter the room. Even just now I dropped the ball because you suddenly stood in the room and looked so incredibly good- you still and actually always look good."

His tongue ran across his lips nervously once more.

"If you say no, I understand and I'll never ask again, but I want to kiss you so bad right now"

Your foot hovered over the threshold.

"Do it" you shouted over the music and Foolish sped forward. Your lips met in an explosion from the loud singing of people continuing to dance, all completely blind to the fact that your lives had just completely changed.

The threshold of friendship had been behind you for quite some time, it was only now that you had finally been able to see it.

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