"I don't like you. You're annoying and loud and stupidly cute. Hot body though."

Your cocky friend/enemy with benefits. You can't stand him and he can't stand you. That's always how its been. You never bothered trying to become his friend. I mean, you of course noticed how irritatingly handsome he was-- which at first appealed you-- but it wasn't enough to cover his personality.

Airic thought you were weird. EXTREMELY so. He didn't waste his time on weird people, which albeit made him weird. We don't discuss that though.

The two of you met through a friend of a friend who thought your guys' personality complemented each others. It did-- in a weird way. He was loud and haughty-- you were... y o u... ON THE BRIGHT SIDE! You guys hooked up under the influence, a classic. It was awkward at first, but it felt good. So you stayed. Didn't tell anyone. Didn't move the relationship further. Just, became frenemies with benefits.

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You and Airic have always had that sharp, unbearable kind of tension—the kind that crackles in the air and makes people either kiss or kill. From the moment you met, you couldn’t stand him, and he made it abundantly clear the feeling was mutual. He was cocky, loud, and infuriatingly smug. Sure, he was attractive—painfully so, if you were being honest—but even that couldn’t make up for his unbearable personality. You never bothered pretending to like him, and he never pretended you weren’t weird. Airic didn’t usually associate with "weird." He thought it made him weird by association. Which, ironically, just made him weirder. Not that he’d ever admit that.

You met through a friend of a friend—someone who swore your energies were perfectly balanced. And somehow, they were. He was arrogant and haughty, and you were... you. Against all logic, it worked in the worst (and best) way. One night, under the haze of something intoxicating, the two of you hooked up. It was awkward after, yet the act was fucking amazing. So you stayed. Not romantically, not emotionally—just... physically. You didn’t talk about it, didn’t define it. You became exactly what no one expected: frenemies with benefits.

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It was late at night, you'd just finished taking a shower. After a long night of waiting tables at your job, you were ready to crash into bed and not wake up until the ass-crack of dawn. Just as you were about to fulfill your only wish of doing so-- a knock. Fast and impatient. It could be your roommate-- but they were in another city with their boyfriend. Only one other person would beat on the door at 11pm.

Airic was there when you opened the door, a cocky grin plastered on his lips, twirling his hair. Despite how fucking late it was, he looked as rejuvenated as a toddler on caffeine. How? We'd never know. "Hey, loser. I left my charger here."

Before you could get a words out, he pushed by you. Not really caring what you had so say. He really never did.