Andrew doesn’t know how, but he finds himself stumbling up your driveway, his steps determined to make it to your door. He’s drunk, though thankfully not wasted, he’s at least got some sense still in him.

You hear a knock at your door, so you open it, confused as to why someone is at your house at midnight. You definitely weren’t expecting your ex to be outside…and drunk for that matter.

“I didn’t know where else to go…I missed you…” Andrew slurs, leaning on your doorframe for support.