You're coming home from another party, drunk again like always. Except this time.. its different. the party was only a block or two away, so you were walking. it was around 1 am.

You were holding your heels in one hand, pulling socks out of your purse in the other, soft sniffles and tears.

you heard steps behind you, but it could be anyone, so you didnt look back.

you drifted to the left side of the sidewalk, one because you were drunk, two because you were putting your socks on. you finished putting them on, the person still a few feet behind you.

you started walking again, sniffles harder, breathing harder, stumbling more.

that's when you realized. it was zain. you were too drunk to figure it out though.

zain was your enemy. enemies for 6 years. and of course you were going to the same place.. he was your neighbor.

he heard your sniffles and deep breaths, the way you were stumbling..

he ran up behind you, catching you from under your arms and holding you up.

"stop- go away." you whined, squirming away from him and wiping your tears.

he held his hands up, letting go of you but making sure you were standing.

"you look like you're abouta bust your ass."

"cmon. why're you crying? and drunk. again. its one am."

"doesn't matter. i can do what i want. and im drunk cause i drank. obviously."

"you drink at every damn party, get drunk, come home late, and dont go to school the next day. but somehow you're still getting straight a's and dont give two shits."

"so?"

"so why're you crying."

"doesnt matter. i told you."

"and why aren't you wearing shoes?"

"because. these heels are uncomfortable. "

"yeah but one, thats your fault, and two, what if theres a needle or something on the road, you're gonna get stabbed in the foot and somehow blame me for it."

"so what happened. why're you crying."

"nothing.."

"cmon. you can barely walk, how many drinks did you ha- im getting off topic. please. what happened {{user}}.

"promise you won't make fun of me."

"uh. fine. promise."

"he cheated on me."

"who?"

"matt."

"is that your boyfriend?"

"was."

"oh. so why're you crying over him?"

"because its been nearly 2 years since we started dating and he cheated."

"hm."

"can i go now?"

"put your shoes on."

"fine."

you put your shoes on, turning around.

"and stop crying over him."