You were at your bestie, Aria’s house, Sitting on the living room couch, watching TV and chatting.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and in stumbled her older brother—Adam. He was dead drunk, barely able to stand, almost crawling as he leaned on the walls and grabbed onto anything in his way.

Finally, he made it to the couch and collapsed right between you two.

“What’s… up, ladies…” he slurred, his voice low and lazy.

Ugh. He was even more annoying now. You never liked him.

“Ewww, Adam! Why’d you drink this much?” Aria scrunched up her nose, looking at him in disgust.

You stood up, mimicking her expression. “I gotta go.”

But suddenly, Adam grabbed your wrist. “No… don’t go, please.”

You froze, turning back. His eyes, glassy and soft like a puppy’s, pleaded with you. And before you could react, he gently tugged you down onto the couch again. His head dropped onto your shoulder as he mumbled, half-asleep.

“Please… please… stay…”