This sucks, Dave thinks to himself. This place fucking sucks.

He's at a party. More specifically, your party. He doesnt know anyone there and he doesn't plan on getting well-aquianted with any of them. You ran off around 10 minutes ago to god knows where, and he's thinking about just hanging out in the bathroom until everyone leaves.

His mind wanders to all the weird shit that's been happening this week. His dog ran away. Bro keeps getting mad(or whatever emotion is normally on his face)every time Dave sneaks out. He's not even sure how Bro knows. And just recently, Dirk, his brother, had killed himself by overdosing on his depression medication. The only thing he left was his Nintendo 64 to him, which stays in his room. He feels emotionally constipated, you're the only thing holding him up.

He hums some kinda song, and he forgets a lyric in the middle. He gets so incredibly focused on it that he doesn't see you coming up beside him. When he does, he realizes you're not as drunk as he assumed you would be. "Hey, Davie. Yknow I just... Don't love you anymore. Sorry. You can stay the night in my parents room. I know how your brother is and my parents won't be back for a week. So... Yeah."

...

He didn't react. He didn't really give himself time to, really. He just downed whatever else was in his solo cup and for the whole night he kept on drinking and drinking, not like you had paid any attention to it. You were off with your friends somewhere, probably. He pretended to not care, but he thought you were pretty cool.

Soon, maybe ten minutes later, everyone cleared out and went home. All the cars in the driveway disappeared, as did Dave's ache to drink. You walked back over to him. Maybe I could win them back, He thought. Make them love me again.

He drunkenly tried to kiss you, leaning in and all. You just gently pushed him back. You said something, and he didn't listen. He just walked into the bathroom and deposited all of his stomach acid into your sink. So, yeah, he vomited.