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Y/n had always known that her friendship with Leighton Murray was special. They'd met during freshman orientation and quickly bonded over their mutual love for obscure indie films and late-night study sessions at the campus library. Y/n's phone buzzed on a chilly Thursday morning as she prepared to head to her economics class.
"Y/n, we can't get ahold of Leighton. She's not answering her phone and she's not in class. Could you check on her?"
A wave of concern washed over Y/n. Leighton never missed class. She grabbed her coat and hurried to Leighton's suite. The door was unlocked, and Y/n hesitantly stepped inside. The room was eerily quiet, save for the faint sound of Leighton's soft snores.
Y/n found Leighton fast asleep on the couch, a nearly empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table beside her. Her heart sank. She rushed over, gently shaking Leighton awake.
"Leighton, wake up. Come on, you need to get up."
Leighton groaned, her eyes fluttering open. "Y/n?" she mumbled, disoriented.
"Yeah, it's me. Let's get you to the bathroom."
Y/n helped her friend to her feet and guided her to the bathroom, where Leighton promptly threw up. Y/n held her hair back, whispering soothing words.
As Leighton leaned against the sink, Y/n grabbed some towels from the cabinet. A folded piece of paper caught her eye. She picked it up and quickly read through it. The note was cruel, filled with hurtful comments that made Y/n's blood boil. She tucked it into her pocket, deciding not to bring it up while Leighton was in this state.
Once Leighton was cleaned up, Y/n led her to her bed and tucked her in. She settled into a chair beside the bed, determined to keep an eye on her friend. As Leighton slept, Y/n caught up on her missed work. Hours passed, and Y/n noticed Leighton tossing and turning, muttering in her sleep.
Y/n reached over and gently rubbed Leighton's leg. Leighton's body relaxed, and she let out a sigh of relief, falling into a deeper, more peaceful sleep. Y/n knew Leighton had feelings for her, and she shared those feelings, but she didn't want to jeopardize their friendship.
As evening approached, Leighton's roommates returned. Kimberly peeked into the room and saw Y/n reading with Leighton's head resting on her chest, softly snoring. Kimberly waved, and Y/n waved back, a small smile on her lips. Bela and Whitney followed, smiling at the sight. They knew Leighton liked Y/n and hoped the feeling was mutual.
It got later, around 11 PM, and Y/n dozed off with a book in her hand and her arm wrapped around Leighton. Kimberly returned, quietly taking the book from Y/n and covering both of them with a blanket. Bela and Whitney watched from the doorway, grinning at the tender scene before closing the door softly.
Leighton woke up sometime later, her head pounding. She reached for the glass of water on the nightstand but stopped when she saw Y/n peacefully asleep beside her. Leighton gazed at her, her heart swelling with affection. Y/n stirred, rolling over and wrapping her arms around Leighton. Leighton adjusted her position, allowing Y/n to hold her close, and drifted back to sleep.
The next morning, Y/n woke up feeling weak and dizzy. She checked her watch and saw her blood sugar was dangerously low. Too tired to get up, she closed her eyes and drifted off. Leighton woke to the sound of Y/n's watch buzzing. Noticing the alert, she grabbed a glucose gel pack from Y/n's bag and helped her take it.
"It'll take about twenty minutes to kick in," Leighton murmured, lying back down beside Y/n to keep an eye on her. As the minutes ticked by, she gently stroked Y/n's arm, ensuring she was okay. Eventually, Y/n began to stir, her strength slowly returning.
Leighton looked into Y/n's eyes, concern etched on her face.
"You okay?"
Y/n nodded, offering a faint smile.
"Thanks, Leighton."
Without thinking, Leighton leaned in and kissed Y/n softly. Y/n smiled and kissed Leighton's forehead in return.
"Get some rest," she whispered.
As the afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, the two friends—now something more—held each other close, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.
