You kept in touch with the nerdy stranger after that day in the diner. Marcel was nice and pretty cute and the two of you had a list of things in common. After a couple months, you guys became really close friends and talked about everything together.
One day. Marcel and you decided to have a movie night.
“Give them back,” he whined trying to get his glasses back from you. You were sat on the other side of the couch, holding them as far away from his as you can.
“Oh, c’mon Cel,” you said. “You look good without them!”
“Well I can’t see without them (Y/N),” he replied.
“I wonder how I would look with them on,” you asked yourself.
“You’ll hurt your eyesight,” he reasoned. “I’m very blind if you haven’t noticed.”
You slipped the glasses on, you eyes hurting and trying to adjust. Looking at your phone as a mirror, you discovered you looked pretty damn good in your best friend’s glasses.
“First, I look good in these,” you began. “Second, you are terribly blind Cel.”
“I know! Now gimmie!”
“Oh calm down. It’s not like I gonna break’em. And like I said you look good without them. I wonder how you would look if…”
“If I gave you a makeover!”
“Absolutely not! I have to draw the line somewhere.”
“I’m not gonna do anything major. Just maybe change your clothes and mess up your hair a bit.”
“I like the way I look!”
“I’m not saying you don’t look good. I just wanna see if you’ll look good in different clothes.”
“If I say yes, will you give me my glasses?”
“Only afterwards. Deal?”
“Fine. Do your worst.”
You hoped off the couch, grabbing Marcel’s hand and dragging him to the bathroom.
“Okay,” you began. “I have some shirts that might fit you but first you need to wash all the gel out of your hair. Just stick your head in the shower and rinse it out while I get the shirts and my brush.”
“Why do you have shirts in my size?”
“I like to sleep in big shirts. Now wash that gunk out! I’ll be right back.”
You rushed off to your room and grabbed some large white t-shirts from your drawer. You heard the shower turn on and you grabbed your brush and comb. You also grabbed a towel for him before running into your best friend with his shirt off, hair still dripping from washing his hair.
“Thanks,” he said to you, taking the towel from you and drying off his damp locks. You didn’t mean to stare, but you couldn’t help but noticed his exceptional abs and biceps.
“Cel, you’re fit!”you applauded, making him blush and cover up a bit.
“Why do I feel so objectified right now?” he asked.
“Oh, relax, I’m not gonna do anything,” you assured him, tossing him a t-shirt. “It’s the biggest one that I have.”
“It’ll be fine,” he said slipping it on himself. “Now what?”
“Now, we move on to your hair,” you told him, tugging him to the couch again. You sat him down and went to work muffing up his formerly neat hair. “Your hair is really soft, Cel.”
“Thanks, but it’s a hassle to do in the morning,” he said.
“You have some nice curls,” you complimented. “I don’t think I need to do too much work. Just a mess it up and it looks good.”
You ran your hands through his locks a couple more times before stepping back and viewing your work, liking what you see.
“I need to take a picture of this,” you said, pulling out your phone and taking a pic. “Marcel, you look amazing. Why the hell haven’t you told me about this before?”
“About what? That my hair is curly?”
“That you look good without your glasses. That you have abs. That your hair is fucking amazing.”
“You didn’t ask. Now give me my glasses.”
“Nope. Not until I post this on Instagram.”
“Don’t you dare (Y/N)!”
His hands grabbed your waist and hauled you to the couch before attempting to wrestle you for your phone. At task that was proving way more difficult than it seemed. He may have been bigger and stronger than you, but your nails proved to be a weapon. You had a bear trap grip on the small device but he managed to eventually slip it through your fingers after he pinned you down. He closed Instagram and smirked, dimples showing.
“Fine have your glasses,” you huffed, reaching over to the coffee table and grabbing them. You slipped them on him, the lens making his stunning green eyes appear bigger.
“Are you happy now?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you said, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. “And you look good with your glasses on to. It makes your eyes look lovely.”
“Thank you,” he whispered. He didn’t move from his position, his hands still pinning your to the couch and his body still draped across yours. His eyes glanced down at your lips making the room feel warmer for you.
“Cel?” you asked.
“Yeah,” he said, his gaze meeting yours and his cheeks growing pink.
“Is this a date?” you asked him.
“D-do you want it to be?” he stuttered. He shifted off of you slightly, suddenly aware of the situation and not wanting to make you uncomfortable You chuckled and threw your arms over his shoulders.
“I wouldn’t mind if it was,” you shrugged. He smiled awkwardly.
“Then I think it is,” he replied.
“Good. Cause I’ve always wanted to do this.”
You pressed you lips to his, loving the feeling of the two of you finally kissing. You’ve found Marcel attractive for a very long time, but you didn’t want to risk your friendship. But today pushed you over the edge.
“Stay the night?” you asked him once the two of you parted.
“I’d love to,” he said, his cheeks still rosy.