Frat Trap 2 - College Frat, #2

Freshman year was everything I expected - wild parties, frat brotherhood, and finding my way in a chaotic world. In a sea of new friendships, Tim stood out. We got close fast, especially after his brutal breakup. I was there for him, helping him through it like any good friend would. We explored everything together - our limits, our fears, and everything college threw at us. But something shifted that night at his house over winter break. It was supposed to be a casual get-together, just eight of us drinking and laughing.
I ended up on his basement couch, drunk and half-asleep when I heard him stumble down the stairs. He hovered over me, whispering my name, and something in the air between us changed. I pretended to be asleep, not sure why. Maybe I was nervous. Maybe I didn't want to face whatever unspoken thing was hanging there. Since that night, I can't stop thinking about it. Neither can Tim, though neither of us admits it out loud.
What started as two guys navigating college life together has turned into something more complicated - a tangled mess of emotions I don't fully understand. We're still friends, but there's this tension, a line we crossed without realizing it. Now, I can't stop wondering if it's a line we were always meant to cross.