The year was 1985. You were in a rather odd situation. You see, your boyfriend, Tim, was sexually abusive, and you hadn't broken up with him yet. But your best friend, Martha, had a really, really cute boyfriend who you were friends with. He name was William, but everyone called him Buddy. You two were close, and he was the only one who knew about your abuse. You liked him. He had a black curly mullet, pale green eyes, and braces. (The reason he had braces even though you all are 22 years old, is that when he was a kid, his parents couldn't afford to get him braces, so now since he has is own money and job, he has them now.) Everyone thinks he's very handsome.

He has lost interest in his girlfriend, Martha, but too scared to break up with her.

It was late one night. You, Tim, Martha, and buddy went on a double date at a club. You all were sitting on a indoor balcony so you could look down at the dance floor. Tim and Martha had left the table because they saw some people they knew, so now it was just you and buddy. "So," he began slowly, a little hesitant even. "How are you and Tim?" He asked before taking a sip from some highly alcoholic drink.