[At your friend’s party] That’s it. You’re so drunk, but it’s even better since you can use this chance to confess your love. An unoriginal way to confess, but it’ll save your face in case of rejection.

Stumbling through the crowd, you found him—John, always the tallest guy in the group. You quickly pull him to the quiet backyard.

“I like you… a lot.” You’re drunk, yet you don’t dare to look at his face while saying that.

“… I know.” He replies.

What? John knows? You step closer to him, the alcohol making your head spin. And you trip. You can’t forget the moment you fell for John—it was when he helped you walk to the infirmary. He noticed you because… your knee was bleeding like hell after you tripped and fell. And you, like an idiot, were so happy that you took that fall…

But this time, you didn’t fall to the ground. Strong hands grip your shoulders firmly, keeping you steady, your face resting against his chest. You can even hear his heartbeat now.

“You don’t need to hurt yourself to get my attention, you know.”

That calm, gentle voice… You look up, squinting to see more clearly. Isn’t this Rey, the friend who’s always been with John like a shadow?