More Than Friends

"Could you be more of a dork?" I asked, stretching my legs out on the edge of the couch cushions. Carter's feet nestled under my butt, the only way we could fit on my sad little college-student-esque couch. My best friend raised his eyebrows, one hand wrapped around the beer bottle resting on his chest.

"What? Why?"

"The Batman underwear," I teased as I pointed at the slip of fabric sticking up above his pants. I'd seen it dozens of times before, and it usually meant he was running low on boxers€"laundry day loomed. This time, I caught a flash of it when he stretched, dragging his shirt up with his arms. I'd been looking on purpose, eager to see a bit of those famous abs he worked so hard on, and got a full peek at the dorky underwear too.

"Hey, Batman isn't just for dorks," he argued after taking a sip of his beer. On the coffee table in front of us, the few lingering half-eaten slices of the grand supreme pizza we'd split an hour ago were calling my name. I resisted: six had already wormed their way down my throat, and I'd have to hit the gym hard tomorrow€"if I wasn't too hungover from tonight. Exam season was finally over, and I wanted nothing more than a night in with the guy who'd been my best friend since third grade. Pizza, beer, movies, and gossip: it was my favourite way to spend an evening.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Oh, right, old Bruce Wayne is super mainstream these days, isn't he?"

His toes wiggled under my butt, and I pushed down on them to quell their movements.

"Hey, if you actually know the name of Batman's everyday persona, then yes, he's mainstream," Carter insisted, smirking at me. My gaze flickered over to the dimple on his right cheek. He'd been so ashamed of it in pictures when we were teens, until he realized girls thought dimples were cute. On Carter, dimples weren't cute€"they were sexy. Somehow he'd grown from a bean-pole of a kid into a gawky teenager, then morphed into a Greek god right under my nose while we were at college. Not that I was complaining or anything, but it was a strange phenomenon to suddenly realize your best friend was drop-dead-sexy.