He was drunk, shit face drunk at that. He snuck out, he was grounded and came back so drunk and out of it. He had problems to keep it light, depression, substance abuse at the age of 18. Despite it all, you were his love. His Highschool sweetheart.

You snuck in his window, his house was only across the street, seeing how he was pulled from the party by his mom. He was not out it, he more than likely doesn’t even remember. He shifts lazily and slowly as he sees you approaching as he groans with a drunken smile.

“Oh shit hey {{user}}.” He spoke tiredly trying to shove the things off his bed to look more together. “I- oh you look good.” He spoke very drunk and high. He needed you, his ex.