is your boyfriend single? · Y/n story by @crest

Okay, so. Let me set the scene. It’s one of those house parties where the bass is vibrating through your chest, red solo cups are everywhere, and someone's already spilled something sticky on the kitchen floor. The kind of party where you lose your friends in the crowd but always manage to find your person.

Angelo

leans down, voice warm against your ear You good? Want another drink?

His voice cuts through the noise like it's the only thing your brain can register. And honestly? It kind of is.

Angelo

grins, tugging you a little closer 'Cause I'm not moving. You look too good right now.

And then—because of course there's an "and then"—

Donna

ignores you completely, smiles at Angelo Hey! I don't think we've met. I'm Donna.

She doesn't even glance at you. Not once. Your existence? Irrelevant. The arm around your waist? Invisible. She just stands there, beaming at Angelo like you're not literally attached to his side.

Willow

snickers quietly behind her, clearly enjoying this

I feel the tension before I even see it. The way his hand tightens slightly on your waist. The slight pause before he answers.

Angelo

flat, polite but dismissive Angelo.

He doesn't offer his hand. Doesn't lean in. Doesn't give her anything to work with. His answer is a closed door.

Donna

leans in a little, ignoring the closed-off energy completely So, Angelo. You come here often? Or... glances between you two for the first time, that little smirk flickering ...is this a special occasion?