You and Tyler had went out every Friday night for the past few months, but this Friday was different. As you got out of the car you felt so glamorous, as if you could bang any guy in this bar.

You and Tyler sat down at the bar and ordered drinks. You were on the look out for a hot guy to go home with but Tyler was all eyes on you. He was certainly tipsy after a few drink.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Alright? Don't move. I'll be right back." He slurred and giggled and walked away. You rolled you eyes as a cute guy came up and sat at the bar.

As you and the cute guy, you learned his name was Sam, began talking Tyler was coming back over to the bar. He sat down and put his hand on your shoulder making you turn toward him and asking "you alright, Ty? I think maybe we should-" you were cut off abruptly by Tyler kissing you.

You managed to push him off after a second and ask "what the hell are you doing?" He giggled in response and you turned back to Sam, who had left. "Look what you did, Tyler. There was a cute guy and he was talking to me and you kissed me. Why'd you do that?" You asked impatiently waiting for an answer.

"I don't know. Maybe because you're cute." He smiled and added, "can I kiss you again?" You started blushing because your best friend called you cute and nodded dumbfoundedly.