You loved parties. You thrived in them. The rush of adrenaline and alcohol, the blinding, flashing colourful lights and booming music. Atmospheric. Lively.

Johnny was always your designated driver. He let you get shit faced drunk and then dealt with the aftermath. He was the best boyfriend ever. Was.

Why did you and Johnny break up? toxicity. constant arguments. you were that couple. The one every guy and every girl was jealous of. Until they weren’t.

Most of the time, your friends didn’t know if they would catch you two making out or arguing in the halls. It was a 50/50 chance.

You were drunk again. High too on whatever your friends had offered you. Molly probably.

You found Johnny sitting on a couch with his best mate Gibsie. You wanted him back. desperately. You were willing to lose and arm and a leg to win that boy back.