Holding tight [pafp]

Muse A and muse B are in their twenties, they have been best friends for many years now and went to high school together but now the are starting their life as adults, moving it of their parents house and decided to live together in an apartment in California where they had grown up. They have all been friends for awhile now and no one ever though it could become more or less, but then as living together for the summer before they go back off to college or wherever they are going, they realize that being together that much can make people feel different about eachother...

Muse A has a boyfriend at the time by they have been off an on for a few years now and every time they break up she goes to muse B who is always there for her. Little does muse A know that after all this time, muse B has grown feeling for her.

Muse B doesn't know how to tell her cause he doesn't want it ruin their friendship and he doesn't know what her and her boyfriend are but one night after muse A has yet another fight with her boyfriend she comes home and is crying but later that night muse B takes her out saying she needs to get her mind off of things. They drink a little to much and things end up happening. What will happen to their friendship?

+ hello! before we start i ask that you are advanced. (please have proper grammar, a face claim, and write 1+ paragraphs).

-you play muse B who is a boy and I play muse A who is a girl

-if you have any other plots in mind please tell me cause it will give us more to play off of

-please post a small form [picture,personality traits, likes and dislikes or turn ons and turn offs, etc]

-I will make the first post and I'd seriously love you if you used Steve kelley as your fc.

yes definitely

looks great! no, its fine with me! ill get working on the first post

--i an starting right after she comes home after the fight she had with her 'boyfriend'

Fights. Yelling. Screaming. Crying. It was a usual thing for me. I slammed the door to my boyfriends house and ran into my car speeding away and to my apartment. I could barley see as the tears were running down my cheeks. My mascara smeared across my face. I was a raccoon. I wanted to get home and curl up on my bed and cry myself to sleep. I did that after many of our fights. He didn't care though. He would say it was my fault. I'm the one that messed up, even though he was the one who cheated multiple times. But I always took him back. Maybe I was stupid like he'd say. I parked in the fourth floor parking garage. I screamed and hit the horn three times before getting out and locking the door. I took the elevator to the eleventh floor that I lived on. My home. My safe place. I tired to unlock the white door but found it already unlocked meaning that Dylan was here. I hated to have him see me like this. He always helped put my back together and I felt like sh*t for doing this to him over and over again. I walked straight to my room trying to hide my face in my blonde locks that were falling out of the messy bun it once had been. I got to my bed, not bothering to turn the lights on. I took off the sweat shirt I wore and was covered in tears on the sleeves from wiping my tears off my face. I payed in the bed with my shorts and sports bra on and pulled the blanket up over my shoulders and tried to cry as quit lying as possible into my pillow.

sorry Hailee