INCIPIENT

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Tirsdag 19:41 | Tuesday 7:41 pm

Eva

Looking back I don't know why I truly decided to go over to Chris's. It was a school night and I needed a good night's sleep, but I still chose to go over. Maybe it was because deep down I knew that I wanted to spend time with him, but I didn't allow myself to admit it much less to my friends. I liked his company (sometimes) and it seemed like he did too, at least today it seemed like it. So why the hell not?

Chris doesn't live very far from where I live so the walk to his apartment is roughly twenty minutes, but because I was walking alone and at night, I reached his apartment in fifteen minutes. I had been over a couple times before. The rare occasions I found myself at his place was when the both of us were drunk at a party and we decided to finish what we started over at his place– sometimes mine. So this will be the first time I've been over his place sober and like they say, there's always a first for everything.

I enter the apartment complex and walk down the hall, making a few turns and come face to face with Chris's door. Hanging off his door is a very cute, Christmas wreath that has a humongous gold bow at the center of it. Christmas was last week, but I guess he's still in the holiday spirit. A smile forms on my lips at the thought of Chris struggling to put up the wreath, his brows were probably creasing in frustration as they usually do when he's struggling.

I lightly knock on the door; my hand is barely coming off the wooden door when Chris is already opening the door, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Hi," he smiles, "Wait. Did you come walking?" He furrows his eyebrows as he steps aside and ushers me into his warm, cozy home. He shuts the door as I take off my scarf and coat, placing them on the grey coach located across and to the right of the main door.

"Yeah," I reply. I take a seat on the L shaped couch and watch as Chris walks over, plopping himself a few inches away from me.

He frowns, "I could have picked you up, I'm not that big of an ass you know," he states as a matter of fact.

"I didn't want to bother you. Plus, there's still alcohol in your system and I wouldn't have let you drive like that."

"Well I could've called an uber for you," he replies, "Just.. please let me know in the future. I–uh don't want you walking alone at night, it's dangerous," he says and looks away.

I simply nod my head and suppress the smile that is desperate to fully form on my lips. Is that worry laced in his words? Am I dreaming or something?

After a few minutes of silence Chris gets off the couch and claps his hands together, "I came up with this idea and I'm hoping you'll join me," he walks away and into the kitchen. He comes back a few minutes later with two disposable white cups in one hand and a bottle of tequila in the other. He sets them down on the coffee table and promptly opens the bottle of liquor, pouring some in both cups. He walks back into the kitchen and returns with a bottle of soda, he takes the cap off as he pours some of the beverage into the white cups.

I raise an eyebrow in question, "Are you trying to get me drunk?" He hands me a cup and our fingers brush against each other for a brief moment.

"Maybe," he smiles and flicks his tongue along his bottom lip. It catches my attention and my eyes immediately follow the movement of his tongue. He notices and a smirk appears on his lips and I look away, embarrassed that Chris caught me staring.

I clear my throat, "So what's this idea of yours?"

"I was thinking we could play a game.." he sits down next to me, one hand grasping the white cup while the other hand lays on my right thigh.