Too Late

Not Your Princess

WARNINGS: alcohol, porn, mentions of masturbation, bitching about Chrissy (pls i love her irl, don't attack me)

here is the link to the series playlist on spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1BnpfHG6pzK1qr8KJnKTrP?si=53c2aeef719247c3 (or go to Jaylistens on spotify and find the playlist titled Too Late)

"So your the infamous Y/N L/N i've been hearing all about?" a sweet voice picked up from behind your shoulder, you almost didn't hear it over the loud buzz of the party and the distorted music.

you turned in your chair slightly to find her sitting beside you, holding out a beer for you to take, "And your the infamous Chrissy Cunningham i've been hearing all about."

too fucking much about.

she giggled, "it's nice to finally meet you."

"Likewise." you smiled.

you wanted to be happy for Eddie, he was your best friend after all, you had to be happy for him. he actually managed to pull the girl he was crushing on... and that girl, of all people. it was strange to think about the pair. but, part of you couldn't fucking bear it. you were in love with him. ever since that stupid party in middle school, you landed on him in spin the bottle/seven minutes in heaven. even with his trashy little buzz cut and zit ridden face and mouth full of braces, you thought he was beautiful. and so you walked into that closet with high hopes, and then he kissed you. and you freaked out, internally anyway. you stepped out after five minutes of making out (two minutes of taking) and you were head over fucking heels falling in love faster than you'd done anything before in your life. but, after that kiss, he never tried to kiss you again, even with your blatant flirting. no, to him it was just a stupid game. he probably kissed every other person he stepped into that closet with, just to have a try. but you, no, you only kissed Eddie... and you regretted it. but now, he was your best friend, and he was dating Chrissy. everything was becoming a little too heavy.

"So..." she started, oh god, here it came, the talk, "you and Eddie are really close."

"Yeah." you nodded, sipping your unusually expensive tasting beer.

"I hâte to be that girl..." she played with the hem of her perfect little skirt, "but... has anything ever... happened between you?"

"yeah." you nodded, and her eyes widened, "the reason we became best friends was because we made out in a game of spin the bottle in middle school. he decided he was so disgusted by kissing me that he would never, ever do it again. now i'm like... his guy."

"his guy?" Chrissy asked, a few insecurities shining though.

you nodded, you wanted to be honest with her, you didn't want her to hate you, because if she hated you she would prevent Eddie from spending time with you. And you had come to terms with the fact that you could never be with Eddie romantically, but you couldn't deal with the idea of him leaving your life completely... especially not for some girl that would eventually break his heart and leave him in the dust for some preppy prick like Jason.

"Yeah," you smiled, "we hang out all the time, and i know he definitely doesn't see me like that at all because he's really gross around me. like... boy gross."

she quirked an eyebrow, "boy gross?"

"yeah, like he burps really loud and will walk up to me and fart in my face and laugh. and like, talks to me about girls and stuff, and is very open about his porn collection-"

"he has a porn collection?"

"Chrissy." you deadpanned her, "every guy has a porn collection."

"well.." she shifted in her seat, "what's his like?"