*Mercutio POV*

Yet.

Great.

Why do I have to be such a mess.

Maybe I should just go fuck off and live in a hole. That would solve most of my problems. But then again, maybe not. I'm scared of bugs.

Haha, that's so funny Mercutio, you're afraid of bugs, blah blah blah.

Yeah, you're all assholes. I probably should have shut up about the bug thing though. Karma's a bitch.

Y/N glances at me.

"You do seem like a good guy, though, so we'll see," they say. And they wink.

Hold on, what???

I just spewed out the most unromantic, mush of a sentence, and I've been given a chance!

I feel like Y/N is being way too kind. If I were them, I would have run away screaming by now.

I guess I can't blame them. I mean, aren't I just the guy that everyone wants a part of? *winks*

No? Dammit!

Guess I'll settle for being the funny, good looking one then!

Still no...?

Alright whatever. Point is, I'm surprised I was not shot down.

Y/N stretches their arms over their head and yawns. I look at my phone, checking the time.

It's 1:27. In the morning.

What the literal fuck. We left the party around 10, there's no way it's been three hours!

I stand, and start to brush off my pants.

"It's pretty late, and I have to drive Romeo home," I tell Y/N. I'm wishing they'll pull me back down and tell me to stay. As much as I love my friend, I can't deny that I'd rather be with Y/N.

I know, I'm a terrible person. Leave my friend who's drunk off his ass to find a ride home, just so I can stay with this person who I've just met.

That just screams asshole, doesn't it.

"Well, do you want it or not?" Y/N says, looking at me expectantly.

"Huh? Did I miss something?" I ask. I'm completely lost. The likely answer is that I spaced and missed something. That happens too much, because I'm insecure, and wind up overthinking everything that comes out of my mouth.

Fun, isn't it? Absolutely not.

Y/N pulls my phone from my jeans and wiggles it in front of my face.

"My number, Firecracker. Kind of spacey, aren't ya?" Y/N says, chuckling.

Firecracker?

"Firecracker? What's that for?"

"Oh, well your cheeks have been red for like an hour, and you don't seem to think about much. Besides, you're hot," Y/N says, smiling mischievously.

"Alrighty then, nerd," I reply, an equally mischievous grin on my face.

"Number?" Y/N repeats, wiggling my phone.

"Sure thing,"

Y/N tosses my phone to me, and I catch it with ease.

I press my finger to the home button. After it opens, I tap the contacts icon and open a new one.

Y/N is looking over my shoulder, and have apparently grown impatient. They snatch my phone from my hand, and type in a number.

I swipe it from their hands, and return it to my pocket.

"We really should get you back to Romeo. I've seen him drunk before, and it isn't pretty," They say, pulling me up.

I sigh and shove my hands into my pockets.

"Yeah, and judging by his wonderful company earlier, he'll be sad and alone. I'll bring him home, his parents don't like him drunk," I say, kicking at some loose gravel on the curb.

"What a good friend. Well, this is where we part ways then," Y/N says, and pulls me down by the neck.

Afterwards, Y/N pushes me back towards the house.

"You really should go," they say over their shoulder.

They step into one of the cars on the side of the road, and the engine revs.

And then they're gone.