I D O N T S H I P E V A N S T A N
but imagine that they’re college roommates and the first semester they don’t get along well AT ALL because Seb takes his classes way too seriously and Chris constantly reminds him to be present and Seb swears that if Chris says it to him one more fucking time, he’s going to lose his shit.
Which is exactly what happens (there are three things Seb can’t stand about Chris: 1) he drinks straight from the milk carton, 2) every time Seb is stressed about something, Chris tells him to be present, and 3) sometimes he adds a bro for good measure just to piss Seb off; tonight he combined ALL THREE, by standing in front of the fridge drinking milk from the carton while Seb was studying [ok, dozing over his textbook] and saying, “You should really try harder to be present, bro.” So Seb took his fucking advice and dragged him out of the dorm) and exactly how they end up going to walmart to buy a bunch of candy at 4am and eat it in the parking lot of the motherfucking Hasty Tasty while they wait for it to open at 6. They sit in silence because they don’t actually have anything in common except a total, oblivious comfort with uncomfortable silences.
They’re the first customers in the diner and Seb doesn’t even wait to slide into the booth before he’s flipping his cup up to let their server know he needs caffeine and he needs it now.
Despite being full of candy, they each order half the menu and eat while listening to the quiet hum of some golden oldies on the jukebox, and finish watching the sun rise through the big windows beside them.
While they’re waiting for their checks, Chris stacks up creamer cups. His hands hover around the precarious structure, and Seb reaches out to swat it over.
“You’re like a fucking cat,” Chris says, and starts stacking it again. “You’re always grumpy, you sleep wherever you land, and you have that…face thing going on.”
“What face thing?” Seb asks, drinking what is probably somewhere around his seventh cup of shitty diner coffee. He can tell because there’s a buzz under his skin that he can feel in his teeth.
Which is probably why he thinks he’s delirious when he sees Chris blush.
“I dunno,” Chris says, shrugging. “You just have a grumpy cat pouty thing going on.”
Seb wants to ask if that’s a compliment or an insult, but the way that Chris–bombastic, charismatic, enthusiastic, never-met-a-stranger Chris–is suddenly obnoxiously shy about it tells him that it’s a thinly-veiled-slash-backhanded compliment.
So, naturally, as soon as Chris is done stacking the creamer cups, Seb reaches out and swats it over again.
“Fuck you,” Chris says.
Seb decides Chris was kind of right about the whole being present thing–this whole morning-diner-run is actually the most fun he’s had since he started school–so he should probably start taking Chris’ advice more often, which is why he smiles and replies, simply, “Alright.”
After a half-second hesitation, Chris drops some cash on the table and drags Seb back to the dorm.