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[𝟭𝟮𝟮] 🧸 Sᴀɴɢʀɪᴀ - ℝ𝔼ℚ𝕌𝔼𝕊𝕋

Y/N - your name
C/N - crush's name

Song: "sangria" - easy life & Arlo Parks

requested by crankgames

haven't done this lyric format in a while :)

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« Sangria and bottle tops
Popping like we'll never stop
Reaching for some H2O
Let's wash away these boulder rocks »

My life has truly felt like a movie this past year, after all, I have managed to go to university with my best friend, C/N. We've been best friends since we were thirteen and in year nine. It's truly been a wonderful time, my secret harbouring affection for him aside, of course.

It's something I have kept private all these years, and even now, as I watch him reach for a bottle of water on one of the benches due to his sweatiness, I can't help but feel as if he is as ethereal as ever. Observing him during football practice is one of my favourite pastimes, because he always looks so unreal and magical. Plus, being best friends, it isn't weird that I come and watch.

« Drop a penny in the ocean
Start a chain reaction
Euphoric but unbalanced
Like two top-heavy fractions »

Playing for the university is pretty impressive, and it's even more impressive that he is in the starting lineup in only our first year. This afternoon is the tournament final of the year, and so he is getting in some last minute practice in order to be ready for the big game. It doesn't surprise me he's so good; he's been playing since secondary school.

« Cannon fodder
Tunnel vision
Cocoa butter television
Silky smooth paranoia influencing my decisions »

The constant paranoia of him finding out my feelings has become an essential part to who I am, to the point I'm not even sure it bothers me any more. It's still there, that's for sure, but for some reason it feels like it affects me more so in what I do than how I act- that doesn't even make any sense. I guess that's the problem; I find myself not making sense around him.

« Jostling for position
We're so shit at making plans
I miss your naked body
And I miss your clammy hands »

He and his teammates keep playfully arguing over who gets to play which position, meanwhile I can only stare at his hands. I've held them before: like when he's helped me through panic attacks, or that one time we went to the woods and he got petrified and clung on to me. To be honest, I like how clammy his hands always are, it feels nice... it feels human.

« I'll always show you up when I'm with ya
Trouble holding my liquor
Passing out in your kitchen (it's bad) »

Being best friends means we come with our rivalries, like - for example - we simply must be better than each other at almost everything we do. Obviously, I don't fight him in football, but when it comes to drinking... let's just say I'm not a lightweight but a certain somebody is. My one exception? Liquor. I can't handle liquor, and C/N doesn't let me forget it despite the fact he can't handle it either.

I can't name one time we have drank and not passed out in his kitchen.

« It's always 5am when you call me
Different day, same story
Hang it up and ignore me »

He called me at 5am today to tell me to hurry and come to his early practice. It's definitely not the first time he's called me at 5am, and it won't be the last.