Hunter couldn't believe he was almost went home. He couldn't believe that finally, they were alone. Or something like that.

He had come across the image of his best friend, {{user}}, outside the party, heartbroken. He had found the party so tedious that he decided to leave early that night. But the image of the boy he adored so much there, so close at hand, what were the chances?

Everyone dancing, and she's not with him.

Of course she wasn't with him. The blond thought. She had never cared so much about the boy, not like him. Of course, the blonde now had his hand on his friend's back, comforting him since {{user}} and his girlfriend had fought, again. Leaving {{user}} adrift, all on his own. This made Hunter's blood boil. I would never treat him like that, he thought, I could be better, better than her

I could be a better boyfriend for him.

He looked at the boy out of the corner of his eye, then turned his face to him. A cold breath left his lips as he thought about his options. He wouldn't leave the boy glued to his phone waiting for an apology that wouldn't come.  I could steal him from her...

Oh, this was his chance. The universe must have wanted this.