I'm in the middle of dramatically recounting Dylan's assholery to Celia, complete with wild hand gestures and a bad imitation of his voice when my phone rings. The caller ID reads Main Man with a picture of Nate wearing a clown nose and bunny ears (long story). I answer his call.
"Natey! You wouldn't BELIEVE what your asshole of a best friend said to me!" I shriek into the phone, ready to rant. I'm cut off by Nate's voice, low and sstrangely serious.
"Lilah, my brother is visiting from college. He's back."
I let out a stream of cuss words that would make the uptight school librarian faint.
"Is he home, like, right now?" I ask.
"Yeah," Nate confirms. "I just needed to give you a warning. He's going to be visiting school on Monday. Coach wants to see his legendary star quarterback and wants Chris to sit in on our practice."
"Fuck. Any chance you could help me avoid him?" I ask desperately.
"I'll try my best, but you know he's gonna seek you out," Nate tells me apologetically.
"I know," I say hopelessly, before hanging up. I collapse onto Celia's bed.
"What's wrong, love?" She asks.
"That was Nate," I tell her. "Chris Callahan is back in town."
"Oh my god!" She exclaims. "Will you be alright?"
"I just wanna get wasted and forget this shit," I tell her.
...
A shared bottle of vodka later, my sentences are slurred and head spinning, and Celia is even worse off, because even though she had less than me, she is a total lightweight.
"Hey loove?" She says.
"Hmmm?" I respond.
"Are the rumors... that you hooked up with Dylan... True?" She asks.
"Yeah," I tell her.
"Do you like like him?" She asks. I consider for a second.
"No. I was drunk and he is a holeass," I say to her.
"Good," she says, relieved.
"Why good?" I ask. She looks uncomfortable.
"I prolly shouldn't be telling you this... But I've always kinda... Sorta... Totally had a crush on you." She says. "Whoopsies! Didn't wanna say that! It's a secret..."
I gaze through a drunken haze at my beautiful best friend.
Once again, I blame my drunkenness for what I do next. I should really stop drinking.
What I do is stupid, and irresponsible, and reckless, and stupid. It's the kind of thing that can ruin a friendship forever. In the moment, do I care? No.
So I lean forward and press my lips against my gorgeous, giggling best friend's.
AN: short but action-filled. Who here wants to know what went on between Lilah and Chris? Don't worry, I'll tell you eventually. Now, I'll address the elephant in the room. Lilah and Celia! What do y'all think of this new ship? I must admit I have been planning it for a while. Who saw it coming? Also, does anyone have an idea for their ship name? Please comment what you think!
❤- Maia

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Pretty Dumb
Teen FictionLilah Green. Ask anyone, and they will tell you that she is the cliche gorgeous popular dumb airhead bitch. Dylan Mitchell. Ask anyone, and they will tell you that he is the cliche hot douchebag player. But what if they were both more than their st...