He were smiling as he chatted with a girl at a party. The music was blasting around him and the lights were colorful.

"So are you free this Saturday?" She asked leaning against the kitchen island, with a sly smile on her lips.

Before he could answer, he heard a voice behind him.

"He's busy." You hissed. He rolled his eyes, he always hated you and you hated him.

Did you really have to ruin every chance of him having a girlfriend?