Eli’s POV

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Milo shouted at me, clearly at his breaking point.

“Sorry you walked in on us having sex again but Jason blowing up is on him-” I started but was quickly cut off.

“I’m not talking about that, I’m talking about the fact that I tell you I don’t like you hanging around Jason and you go and fuck Jason!” He yelled over my previously calm voice.

“I told you I wouldn’t let you dictate what I did with my life so I did just that! Don’t get mad at me for getting upset that you’re trying to control me!” I countered. I could suddenly feel tears coming to my eyes. What was going on with my best friend?

“I’m not trying to control you, I'm trying to tell you that he’s not good enough for you!” 

Maybe it was because I was so upset and frustrated or the fact that I was not about to let Milo see my cry, but I shouted back the harshest words I could think of, “Well then who is? Because it sure as hell isn’t you.” And with the extra bit of venom in the word ‘you’ and the single tear that fell from Milo’s eye, I grabbed a bottle of vodka and retreated into my room. 

As the tears fell and I began chugging the alcohol that burned down my throat, I could hear the front door open and close, indicating that Milo had also left to escape the awful situation. Leaving me alone to my now-drunken sorrows.

Time passed on its own. Maybe it was because I was in and out of consciousness or the alcohol or the constant crying, but hours felt like seconds as I heard the front door click open and footsteps began to approach my bedroom door.

“Elll~” He drew out the word and I could immediately tell that he, too, was drunk. “I’m baaacckkkkk,” 

I walked to the door and opened it, “What do you want,” I asked, eyebrows creased and frowning. 

“Awww Eliii wellie don’t be sooo mad, I just misseddd youu,” He replied, lunging forward to hang onto me in a sort of sloppy hug.

Now, I might’ve been drunk but the argument must’ve hit him hard because he was drunk drunk. He could hardly stand straight, he was slurring every other word, and was clearly not in the right mind. It was honestly way cuter than it should’ve been, managing to make me quickly forget about our previous altercation. “Ya ya,” I said, grabbing him to help him stay upright and looking away as if it would hide my blush. “I’m not mad, it’s fine,” Unfortunately, his entire weight leaning on me was too much and the moment I finished my sentence we clambered over onto the floor. 

“Wooopsie daisyyyy,” Milo said giddily, laughing as if the funniest thing had just happened.

I suddenly became very aware of how close the large man on top of me was. His arms wobbly and barely holding him up, his chest touching mine whenever he breathed in, mouth inches away from mine. Almost as if I could… kiss… him.

And at that thought my mind went blank, caught in surprise as I was now, in fact, kissing him. His lips on mine felt better than I could have ever imagined and for a moment I relished in that amazing feeling. But I soon came back to the reality that this man was, not only drunk out of his mind and had no idea what he was doing, but was also my best friend and he had a girlfriend and as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t kiss him. I couldn’t be with him. And he wouldn’t be with me. I suddenly felt like crying for the second time that night. I pushed him off, which was easier than usual since he was hardly stable in the first place. He fell over with a slight thud and I scrambled away from him.

“Sorry I-” He started.

“No it’s- we shouldn’t be… please just leave. I need to be alone.” And he did leave. Leave me to think about how much I wanted to kiss him again.