"all i want to be, all i ever want to be
is somebody to you"

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happy birthday, tyler posey!!

Being invited to the birthday party of your longtime crush is one thing, but being invited tot he birthday party of you long time crush who is also your best friend is just another dimension in itself.

So you sat there, completely confused and in shock and very emotional. It wasn't even on a group chat, was anyone else's in a group chat?

He invited you personally.

Logically, yes, of course, he would invite you personally you're his best friend, but logic was completely off the table at this point because your longtime crush had personally invited you to his birthday party.

It was tonight, and though it was short notice you'd drop anything at the sound of Tyler's name.

Honestly, if he wanted you to jump off a bridge you'd do it with a somersault.

But he'd never look at you that way, never mind fall in love with you, and you'd watch him experience heartbreak and complete bliss throughout the 6 years you'd known him.

The show you had been on together ended this year, but you still kept in very close contact, and you even met up about once a week.

You'd never pay attention to what he was saying though, so every once in a while you'd make a completely random facial expression and hope it fits the context of the situation.

He caught on.

"You know that 'aw' you just made is really weird right?" he smirked.

"How?" you frowned.

"Well, you just basically cooed at the fact that my dog died."

"Chica died?!" you opened your mouth in shock.

"No, but that proves you have no idea what I was talking about," he laughed and you sighed in relief, not even caring about him noticing your absentmindedness.

You rummaged through your closet, frantically trying to find something to wear. You were not going shopping, 

After what felt like years, you found yourself nodding in approval at the outfit splayed out on the bed in front of you and soon changing into it.

Maybe an hour later, you arrived at the hotel where the party was and Tyler couldn't have been happier.

You weren't much of a social person, so you found yourself hanging around your friends and by the food for most of the party, but by the end, you were dancing (or doing something that closely resembled dancing) wildly on the dance floor as a result of the immense amount of alcohol you consumed.

There was one stranger who occupied the spot behind you for most of the dancing, but you never bothered to turn around and check.

And after a while of doing that, he turned you around with what felt like big hands and pressed his lips to yours.

You danced while you kissed and you smiled, pulling back to find the face of someone you didn't know.

"I had to do that, you're just so pretty and-"

"I understand," you shrugged and laughed. "what's your name."

"My name's-"

"Okay, okay," you felt hands push you apart and you saw Tyler come in between the both of you. "you're both pretty wasted, how about we only have sex when we're sober enough to remember it the next day?"

"I'm not that drunk," you slur.

"Really?" Tyler laughed. "that's a huge lie and you know it."

You rolled your eyes as he took your arm and led you out the door of the main ballroom and into the elevator.

"Where are you taking me?" you pouted and he smiled.

"My room, get some rest, I'll meet you again in the morning."

And his smiling face was the last memory you had of that night.

You woke up the next day in an empty hotel room, a killer headache and a terrible taste in your mouth.

There were some painkillers and a glass of water next to your bed, courtesy of your best friend of course, and you gladly took the two, then getting up and heading for the bathroom.

You didn't have a toothbrush on hand, so you settled for some mouthwash Tyler had brought with him that you felt was a well enough substitute.

You opened the bathroom door again and jumped back 10 feet when you saw Tyler sitting at the foot of your unmade bed.

He smiled, "Awake."

You rolled your eyes, "No, I'm sleepwalking."

He frowned playfully, "Well someone's a bit cranky."

You grimaced, "These pills aren't working fast enough."

You sat next to him on the bed and put your head on his shoulder, you felt him take a deep breath.

"You're pretty sober right?"

You nodded slowly.

"Maybe I can help with a headache."

You picked your head up, "Oh really, how?"

He took your face in his hands and kissed you hard, your noses colliding.

He pulled back quickly and laughed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

And you cut him off with a more passionate kiss, and this time when you pulled back you found yourself on top of him.

"Nothing like an interesting morning to accompany an interesting night," he smiled from below you.

You smiled too.

"Couldn't have said it better."