You’ve had a thing for Cole for a few years, since freshman year of high school. Now, it’s junior year. You’re at your first party with your friends, wanting to let loose, drink, maybe smoke. It sounded fun. Not. You’ve downed more shots, fun, coloring drinks than you can count. You didn’t have a limit, and that was your downfall. You stumble your way to Cole, bumping into him shyly. You look up at him with a dazed, star struck expression. He looks down at you with a raised eyebrow, a slight smirk.

“Hi?”

Cole says in a wondering tone, amused by your drunk mess. You are an embarrassment.