It's the night of the homecoming football game, and we're all out at one of the frat guys' party. Kwan's, probably. I don't know what happened, but somehow, we ended up playing Spin The Bottle like we were still in high school. Mind you, we're all a little buzzed from the stuff we were drinking, but I mean, come on. We're college kids. Anyway, as we're playing, the bottle lands on me and I have to kiss the person that's to my left. It just so happened to be Dash fucking Baxter, my best friend. Dash and I are… for lack of better terms, best friends with benefits. We both have obvious feelings for each other, but promised to take it slow… which we've failed at miserably. So, that "promise" will not be mentioned going further. But what I will mention is that I think it's safe to say that he and I are: A) beyond promises, and B) "dating." Our relationships are non-existent now, and not because of anything we did. Our "girlfriends" had the nerve to cheat on us several times—which is disgusting—so we didn't give a fuck about what we were doing. About four months ago, I wasn't really the social type, but this is different. Anyway, back to this game. Honestly, I kissed him for probably longer than I should've, but after the third or fourth kiss, we were full-on making out with each other. Kwan, of all people to say anything at all, told us to get a room. More on that later. Again, I don't know what the hell happened, but we stopped, shrugged, and walked off to a room that secluded away from everyone else. And yes, we checked. But what we did tonight…

The way his hands were all over me…

The constant desire to keep asking him for more…

The feeling of him going faster and faster until we both reached our climaxes…

I couldn't get enough.

He just felt so good to be with, and even though we were both drunk, it felt real. He loves cuddles, as well. My favorite thing.

But that's not where this all started. All of this started… at graduation a few months ago.

FOUR MONTHS EARLIER

Finally! I made it out of high school… alive. As I'm on the football field with everyone else waiting for the cap toss, I see a muscular blonde boy running over to me. My previous instinct would be to run in the other direction, but now, I just jump at him. Every time I do, I tell him to catch me, and he does. It's kind of our thing now.

"You better catch me!" I shouted as he got closer.

"I always do!"

He's right. I leapt off the ground and right into his arms. Both of us were super happy to finally be out of high school, and it's weird to think that we started this journey four years ago against one another. More like he hated me, but enough with technicalities. I locked my arms around him tightly as if I didn't want to let go, and nestled my head in the crook of his neck.

"I'm so proud of you, Dash." I said, emotion built in my voice. Damn it, I told myself I wasn't going to be crying tonight. And here I am, about to start. FUCK.

"I'm proud of you too, ghost boy." He replied. Ever since the night that I chose to reveal my ghost powers to him, Dash has nicknamed me "ghost boy" because he thinks it's cool that I have supernatural abilities. I could tell he was smiling, but I wanted to see for myself. When I moved my head to face him, he was definitely smiling. In fact, he was blushing and smiling at the same time. It's no secret that Dash and I… kinda sorta… maybe, really… like each other. Even if we're both in relationships. "I never… I never noticed how pretty your eyes are." He whispered, not wanting anyone to hear him. "Kinda makes me want to get lost in them…"

"T-Thanks…" I responded, feeling my face heat up. I was thinking of something to say back to him, but no words came out. I chuckled nervously and looked into his sky blue eyes. I love how they light up anytime we're close. Obviously, there's some tension between us because we both like each other, but we are loyal to our partners. This is just how we are with one another, you know?

"I wish I could kiss you right now." He spoke very quietly now. Our foreheads touched, and our gazes deepened.

"I desperately want to, but… Dash. Remember our promise."

"We remain loyal to our partners."

"Yes…" Insanely enough, we're remaining loyal to two girls who have cheated on us with our "right hand men." Sam cheated on me with Tucker, and Paulina cheats REGULARLY on Dash with Kwan. Should've known she would be the ring rat of our school.

"Ummm, what the hell are you two doing?" Two voices we knew very well thundered from behind us. Dash immediately let me go, and I landed on the turf.

"Uh, nothing." We responded quickly.

"That didn't look like 'nothing' to me, Danny." Paulina shot back.

"Didn't look like that to me either, Dash." Sam added.

Fuck, why are these two always together? Didn't they used to hate each other's guts before tonight? I want them to go back to being like THAT with each other. "I swear, it was nothing." I answered defensively.

"Oh, really? Because to us, it looked like you were going to kiss him."

They clearly don't know how our friendship is. "You clearly don't know how our friendship is." Dash interjected. "And Paulina, I'm actually surprised you got a diploma."

"HEY! I'm smart!" She shouted.

"What are the two methods of obtaining fingerprints at a crime scene?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Um, I don't know. Paper?"

"No." He replied.

"Clear adhesive tape and dark powder to dust surfaces." I informed her.

"Okay, she's not the smartest one out of all of us here, but that doesn't mean anything!" Sam chimed in. "We know what we saw, okay?"

"Sure, babe. It means nothing at all…" I said, turning my face away from the girls. That's when Tucker and Kwan approached us.

"Hey, guys. We made it through!" Tucker may have been the "smartest" out of all six of us, but he does NOT know how to read a room.

"Hey… now is not really a good time…" Sheesh, if I had a dollar for every single time he shows up at a bad time, I'd be rich.

"No, it's a good time." Sam stuttered and replied quickly, attempting to deflect the situation away from her and Paulina.

Dash looked at me and shook his head. "Want to leave?"

"Thought you'd never ask. Hold on tight." I grabbed his hand and once I was ready, I went intangible. Of course, he did as well, and we took off through the crowd.

"Thank goodness for ghost powers." I sighed as we landed on the ground in front of the school. "I don't think we would've ever gotten away from them."

"Yeah, that's a situation neither one of us should be bothered with. But, I'm glad we made it out of this place alive."

"Exactly. You know, I didn't think we'd ever become friends." I told him as we sat on the stairs and watched the sunset.

"Well, Danny, you broke me out of an insecure place. I was being mean to someone who didn't deserve it. Then, somewhere along the line, we got closer and closer with each other. I…"

Fuck, why can't we just be together? I want to just… damn it, I just want to make him mine. He's just so sweet, and funny, and… oh my god, I can't do this anymore. I turn and look at Dash, a smile forming. "Hey, you can tell me anything."

"I can't do this shit anymore, Danny. I just… can't."

"Dash, what are you… what are you talking about?"

He looked at me, our eyes meeting again. "Danny, I… I don't just like you… I think I… I love you." There was something in his eyes that I've never seen before. "For fuck's sake, ghost boy. I can't get you out of my head. I—"

Oh, fuck this. The girls want to cheat on us? Fine. We can get even. So, I pull Dash in for an impromptu kiss. Not to shut him up, but to show him that the feeling is very much so mutual. I could feel him trying to slip his tongue into my mouth, which I almost instantly allowed. After five or ten minutes—probably ten,—we separated for air.

"Wow. What was that?"

"Weren't expecting it, were you?"

"Nope. You taste good, though. Like vanilla sugar."

I snickered and my usual sweet smile found its way on my face. "You taste like rebellious trouble, and I love it."

"I mean, I am kind of known for being a rebel…"

Both of us laughed, but as we talked, Sam and Paulina came busting out the doors, visibly irate.

"I hate Tucker so much!" Sam shouted in frustration.

Dash and I tried our hardest to hide our laughter. "VERY interesting that she says that." I whispered to him. "What did he do?"

"He called us whores!" Paulina fumed. "How dare he?!"

"Paulina," Dash started. "I hope you realize that he is basically, well, right."

"Dash, how—"

"No, don't jump at him." I interrupted. "He's right, and so is Tucker. Now, I can't stand either one of them because they're both leeches, quite honestly. However, we all know—all four of us—that you're BOTH cheating, uh… sorry to say this, but you're both cheating bitches."

"When did we ever cheat on you two?" Sam questioned.

"Homecoming night, prom night, Christmas, New Year's Eve…" Dash replied, counting on his hand all the times they've cheated on us. "Shall I continue?"

Sam was speechless. Paulina was furious. They both knew they'd been called out, and couldn't deny it.

"Mind you, each time you cheated on us, it was with Tucker and Kwan." I added. "Both of us were stupid enough to stay with you girls, but—"

"You-you can't break up with us!" Sam cut me off instantly.

"Yeah, no. I want to break up, Sam. You're nothing but a cheater. I've been loyal to you for five years, and I can't do this anymore."

"Danny, I… look, we can work something out." She was now upset, climbing all over me. I threw my hands up and turned my head to face Dash, who just looked at me with the most confused and appalled expression I've ever seen.

"Sam, please get off of me. You're doing nothing but proving my point, and making yourself look pathetic in the process."

"Danny, please."

This is very clearly not the Sam that I remember. She's never been desperate like this before. Although, that was before she started hanging around "Shallow Barbie." Oh, I'm sorry. I meant Paulina.

"Sam, get off of him. He clearly doesn't want or need you. At least with Tucker and Kwan, they want us." Paulina intervened. "Let's go."

Sam tried to look at me, but I just refused to look back at her. "Danny…" Her voice cracked, and I could tell she was about to start crying.

"It's over, Sam. We're done. Just get off me, please." I had only one emotion left for her, and that was disappointment. She fell silent, let go of me, and stepped back. "I can't be tied down to a cheater." I shook my head and took a hold of her hand. "I wish you the best, Samantha Manson. Who knows? Maybe we'll be friends again down the line, but our relationship is finished." It was almost like a huge weight was lifted off of my shoulders. I turned to Dash. "I'm sorry I made a huge scene in front of you."

"It's okay, Danny. I'll drive you home, if that's fine with you."

Why would I turn down a free ride? ESPECIALLY from a hot stud like Dash? "That's perfect."

We started to walk back to the field, but Dash turned and shouted something that everyone in a fifteen-mile radius could hear.

"WE'RE DONE, PAULINA!"

I chuckled. "About time we came to our senses."

"You got that right, ghost boy."

Hours later, we arrived back at my house. My parents, the incomparable ghost hunting team of Maddie and Jack Fenton, along with my extremely smart-yet-overbearing sister Jasmine aka Jazz, were home and already asleep. Typical. Mom already knows I'm going to Dash's for the weekend, so she made sure to leave my bag at the front door with all of my items that I needed.

"I'll run in, get my stuff, and come back out. It'll take two seconds."

And it did.

"Okay, let's go."

Now, you might be asking yourself why I'm going to stay at my best friend's house for the weekend when it is blatantly obvious we both have a crush on each other. The obvious answer you're thinking of is totally the reason I'm going over his house. Even though I wouldn't mind it… but anyway. We're in his car, and as he's driving, he uses his free hand to rub circles on my leg. I'm sitting there, thinking: "Damn it, Dash. You're fucking with me and we haven't even got to your house yet? Fuck!" It's a surreal moment right now, considering all of the events that took place today, but honestly? I wouldn't change a damn thing about the past four years. Yes, it was hard at times. Yes, I wanted to quit. Yes, I—and Sam and Tucker were as well—got bullied at the big, massive hands of the jock next to me. I wouldn't change any of it, though. Not for anything in this world.

"You know, I was waiting on you to end things with her." He said, taking a deep breath and looking in my direction out of the corner of his eye. "Why tonight, though?"

"Dash, tonight was the end of high school. The permanent end to all the bullshit we went through for four years at Casper High. What better way to end it than by ending a five-year long relationship with a girl that broke me in more ways than one?"

"Touché." He nodded, clearly impressed by my assessment.

"Plus, it was time. Nothing felt genuine from her end, especially after I found out she cheated on me… the first time."

I guess Dash could tell I was a little over the entire Sam situation by now because he stopped driving, put his car in park, and turned to me. I looked at him, confused. We were at his house.

"Look, ghost boy. Both of us just literally broke up with our partners, even though we've technically been broken up with them for a while."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying…" He got closer to me, his eyes lowering. I instinctively leaned forward, already knowing what was coming. Seconds later, I felt his lips on mine for the second time that night. Not going to lie, Dash is a really good fucking kisser. He must've had years of practice—oh, wait. Duh. He was with Shallow Barbie. I broke off the kiss moments later, blushing.

"Dash, I…"

He put a finger up to my lips. "Shh. You don't have to say anything."

I couldn't do anything but smile. It's hard to do anything other than smile when Dash is around now. He's become my closest friend, but now, he's like… more than that to me. I think he's going to be a better partner to me than Sam was, and I'll be a better partner to him than Paulina was.

"I was saying that… I want this to work. I want us to work. I want you, Danny."

Just as I thought, Dash's heart was showing more and more. Yeah, we both just "ended" relationships that were essentially done months ago, but I… I love him. I've always loved him as a friend. I've always cared about him, even when we first told each other that we had feelings for one another. Now, it's just us.

"You're my best friend, Dash. When I kissed you on the school stairs, I felt something. It was unlike anything I've ever felt before. Then, just now, I felt it agains. I want this just as much as you do."

Yeah, we're obsessed with each other. But how long am I going to be the one in denial about our bond with each other? I know we're friends now, but how long will it take for us to stray away from the "friend" title? More importantly, how long is it going to be before he and I do it together? I'm honestly not sure, but if you ask me…

I don't think it will take long. Not long at all.