[THANKS TO MY BESTIE MEG FOR HELPING ME COME UP WITH THIS]

The class of 2016 could not have been more enthusiastic.

It was over. College was over. They were graduating. And you better believe Y/N and Dylan were celebrating.

If they survived college together, the best friends could sure as hell survive a graduation party.

Friends.

This word was a haunting curse to the both of them. God, if you wrote a letter every time they thought about making them more than friends- you'd have a book.

In their shared dorm, the two got ready for the graduation party. Neither wanted to go too dressed up because they both knew that by the end of the night, their clothes would have a new color:

Alcohol.

Y/N ran her fingers through her hair one last time, before stuffing her phone into her pocket. With a deep breath, she stepped out into the living room. Dylan wasn't out yet, which confused her.

"Y/N?!"

There it is.

"What?!" She shouted back. She heard him grown from his room, before he stomped out with a quarter-length navy shirt and red plaid boxers.

"Where are my khakis? I swear- I had them yesterday. . ."

"Probably the laundry room." She rolled her eyes. "Or- you could check the abyss of stuff you shove under your bed all the time."

Dylan left the room, but not before giving her a glare. Y/N waited and waited for her thank you as he entered the laundry room. Her smile grew when he went silent.

". . . Thank you, Y/N."

"It's practically a job now- keeping you alive." She shrugged. Dylan walked out in time, pants on, rolling his eyes at her with a undoubted smile.

"Well, then I may just have to keep you around for the rest of my life, won't I?"

Y/N's cheeks flushed, but Dylan was busy grabbing his sneakers at the door to notice.

•

An estimated three hours and six shots later. . .

Well, two shots for Y/N. She knew one of them had to be sober enough to at least call for a driver back to the dorm.

Dylan had only really left her side about 20 minutes ago, which Y/N was used to. In public places, especially parties, Dylan made sure Y/N knew that he didn't want any guys conducting any "funny business".

Which was why she was kind of confused on why he left-

"Y/N!" A voice sloppily shouted.

Never mind.

She turned with a grin to see Dylan wobble his way towards her with two following. Both guys she remembered Dylan and her had Chemistry with at one point.

"Dylan. . ." Her tipsy voice only lured him in more, causing his shoulder to knock into hers. They both laughed it off in drunkenness.

"These boys are Chris and Peter." He waved his arm theatrically, presenting the two that had followed. "We were just talking about you and they wanted to see you again!"

Y/N kindly smiled to the two, missing as their eyes dropped down her body a couple of times, taking mental note of how good she looked. But, although at Y/N didn't notice-

Dylan did.

He made sure the two were distanced from Y/N, keeping his own shoulder in front of her as he did his best to seem casual.

If no one else was drunk, it would've seemed obvious. But- everyone was drunk.

"Yeah, we heard the hottest girl walked in and we had to see for ourselves!" Peter, Y/N guessed, grinned as he slightly wiggled his way closer. Chris nodded in agreement, and Y/N only shrugged, rolling her eyes at the comment.

"I'm afraid you have the wrong girl!" She laughed. Both boys shook their heads, smirking. Their eyes scanned her body once more.

"No, you're definitely it! C'mon, how about you give us a dance?!" They laughed.

For Y/N, it was like the drinks effects wore off immediately. How uncomfortable she felt way overpowered how drunk she was. Give them a dance? What in the hell was that supposed to mean?

Dylan cut in with a forced laugh. "Hilarious."

"No, really!" Chris nodded, as he began bouncing to the loud music and holding out his hand. Y/N cautiously looked down to the hand.

Dylan cut in again, inches away from throwing the first punch. "Guys, I don't really think that's-"

"What, O'Brien?" Peter scoffed. "C'mon, she's a free lady! You're not her boyfriend or anything!"

  It might have been out of retaliation, to show the guys up. It might've been because of the drinks, that his decision making was out the window. Or, he could've all of a sudden had the feeling.

   But Dylan kissed Y/N.

Seconds after those words were spoken, he turned to her and clasped her jaw with both hands as he pulled her in, connecting their lips. And Y/N froze for a few moments, before she moved her lips with Dylan's, entangling her fingers into his soft, brown hair.

   Soft moans and breaths could only be heard between the two, since pounding music distracted the rest. The guys had left by now, annoyed.

  Even with the two gone, they continued. Dylan was swimming in purely the fact that Y/N wanted to keep kissing him. There was a faint reminder in the back of his head that they were both drunk, but it was very faint.

  Oxygen purposes were the only reason the two broke apart, both of their hazy, drunken eyes locking as they regained breath. Sure, they were both socially a mess- but Dylan didn't think Y/N could be any more beautiful than she was right now to him.

   Y/N licked her lips nervously, thinking straight again. By now, she wasn't really drunk anymore- but she knew better to get a ride back anyway.

   "I think it's time we go back." She nodded to Dylan. He nodded back, still in a daze, half from the alcohol half from the kiss.

•

   The two stumbled their way back into their dorm, giggles quietly being passed between them.

  "Okay-" Y/N tried to calm down her laughing as she shut the door, heading to Dylan's room with a struggling Dylan. "Let's get you to bed."

  "Mm-" Dylan mumbled, his eyes already drifting to sleep. "I wanna go to your bed."

  Y/N rolled her eyes, pulling Dylan through his own bedroom door. Dylan laughed and began pulling his shirt off.

  "Dylan- what-?"

"I can't sleep in clothes, Y/N." Dylan laughed. "Duh. . ."

  Y/N laughed and let go of him, letting him tumble out of his khakis and shirt. He shoved his sneakers off and fell onto his bed, messily shoving the comforter so he could get under it.

  "All good?" Y/N laughed, watching his frown when the comforter was folded, as he fixed it.

   He finally nodded, snuggling into the mattress. "Night Y/N." He sighed.

   Y/N laughed. "Night Dylan."

Dylan hummed in comfort, his eyes shutting. "Love you."

  Y/N's eyes widened, as she froze on her way out of his room. What?

   When she looked back, Dylan was already out, his lips parted as he let out soft snores.

•

   Neither of them were ready for the hangover next morning.

  Y/N groaned as she woke up, instantly stuffing her face into her pillows. Her head pounded and the sunlight from her window made her eyes throb.

  "I hate my life." Y/N grumbled loudly into the pillow. Her stomach also grumbled.

Knowing she would have to get up eventually, Y/N rolled her way out of bed, crossing her arms over her chest in a grumpy manor.

She felt like death, and probably looked like it, too.

Y/N entered the kitchen, her eyes finding quite the sight. Dylan, now in flannel pants and a black t-shirt, was lying across the counter, his face in the sink.

"What- are you doing?" Y/N sighed, shaking her head. Dylan barely glanced to her, before sticking his face back into the metal sink.

"I've been emptying my stomach for 10 minutes-" Dylan groaned. "This seemed most efficient."

Y/N stared in disbelief.

"Huh." She simply nodded, before shrugging as she made her way to the cup cabinet.

"So, what do you remember? Was it as much as I do?"

Y/N froze, before slowly turning to the boy on the counter.

"I- um, I remember I had. . . two shots? And, I'm pretty sure you introduced me to some- interesting guys. . ."

A loud groan erupted from Dylan. "I remember that."

Y/N bit her lip, sighing.

"Is-" Dylan paused, taking his own deep breath. "Is that all you remember?"

Y/N shut her eyes as she pressured herself into jumping head first.
"No."

The silence was enough for the both of them. They were both on the same page now, they both remembered.

Dylan couldn't tell if he was happy or if he wished she didn't remember. He couldn't tell which he wanted more.

Dylan adjusted slowly, sitting on the counter now as he looked to her as she leaned against the opposite counter.

   "Do-" Y/N gulped, thinking about the words he uttered before he went to bed. "Do you remember anything else?"

   Dylan's eyes slightly widened. "There was more?"

   Y/N froze, getting what he was thinking. "No! No, no, it's just-"

  "Oh-" Dylan sighed in relief. "I thought I had forgotten it."

    Y/N's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her head tilting at Dylan. "You'd- you would want to remember that?"

  Dylan blushed, his hand rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. "I mean- yeah. Yeah, Y/N, I would."

    "So, you remember the kiss then." Y/N pursed her lips, rocking back and forth on her heels.

    "Yeah. . ." Dylan nodded, scratching his chin. Y/N awkwardly nodded, not entirely sure how to continue.

  "Did you like it?" Dylan asked, looking hopeful to her. That was the last question she would have expected him to ask. Then again, she would've never expected Dylan to kiss her in the first place.

   She nodded, and instantly, a smile broke out on Dylan's face.

   "Good, because-" Dylan shyly grinned. "I- I really liked it, too."

 
  Y/N couldn't contain her smile now.

   "Now, I would do it again-" Dylan nodded, trailing off as Y/N nodded her head in an obvious manner.

  "Yeah- no, yeah."

   The silence- again- agonizing.

"Do you- want some medicine?" Y/N questioned as she began to grab the ibuprofen for her piercing headache. Dylan was dazed for a moment, before nodding in appreciation.

  She pulled out three for each of them, before also filling up two glasses of water. Y/N grabbed Dylan's pills, before handing them over to him. He smiled.

   "Thanks babe."

   Y/N, thank goodness, didn't grab her water yet as she would've dropped it. And by the sound of it, Dylan froze as well, realizing he had given himself up.

    "I, uh- sorry, that slipped out." Dylan rubbed his face with his hands begrudgingly. He watched Y/N turn around slowly, giving him a sweet smile.

   "It's fine, it's fine. I- I really don't actually mind it." She shrugged, beating around the bush with unbelievable skill.

   "You don't?" Dylan raised an eyebrow, slowly easing off the counter as his feet met the tile floor.

   "I mean- does it bother you? Did you not mean i-"

   "No!" Dylan hurried, before calming down again. "I mean- no. No, I- I've actually. . . really wanted to call you that for a long time."

  Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. "Babe?"

  "Oh!" Dylan shook his head. "I- ugh, I mean like- my girlfriend kind of babe."

    Y/N's lips curled at the corners in a soft smile, easing all of Dylan's worries.

  "I'd like that." She bit her lip, slowly nodding. She tried to remain calm, since Y/N knew that any crazed movement would most likely bring back up the liquid mistakes of yesterday.

    "So- girlfriend-" Dylan smirked, intertwining his fingers with hers. "Why don't we go lay in bed and sleep out these hangovers?"

   She laughed, but nodded and followed Dylan to his room.

   They both gently eased under his comforter, Y/N lying on her side as Dylan wrapped his arms around her.

    "Hey- I didn't- there isn't anything else I did that I don't remember, right?" Dylan suddenly spoke aloud.

   Y/N softly laughed. "You kind of told me you loved me as you fell asleep."

   Dylan only smiled. "Good. Because, I do- by the way."

    "I love you too, Dyl. In all of your drunken mess."

  "Of course you do, I kissed you."

  
    [a/n]

  aGAIN THANKS MEG I LOVE YOU

    HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS! Btw, they didn't kiss because heS KIND OF BEEN THROWING UP ALL MORNING

   love you (: