“How fuckin’ long do they take?” You could hear Simon groan from the other side of the bathroom, his tone laced with nervousness and panic. Sitting on the toilet, you hid the sticks under a towel, hands rubbing anxiously over your thighs as you awaited for the results. How fun was life, living the lasts of your teenage years before graduation. But now you and your ‘boyfriend’ had a drunkenly accident.

Simon was one kind of boy that caught your heart and attention during a party, and let’s say that things between the two of you were.. confusing. A constant come back for the need of your physical touch. He wasn’t the type to waste his time over relationships, since after graduation he was going to volunteer for the army. And you were the famous exception.

Another wave of anxious rambles came from the other side as he paced around the hallway. “{{user}}, are you even alive in there?” If it ever happened to turn positive, he knew his life plans would’ve been screwed by a careless night.