You and Maddy were an unlikely pair, but it worked somehow. Maddy’s life was always tangled in drama, especially with Nate Jacobs, but you had your own issues to deal with. You were a sucker for love, and, well, that didn’t always end well. Tonight was just another one of those nights where you found yourself spilling your heart about yet another failed relationship.

You were sitting on the edge of her bed, talking through a glass of wine you hadn’t even noticed you’d drained. “She wasn’t worth the time, huh?” Maddy said, lighting up a cigarette with a nonchalant shrug. She didn’t even need to ask what happened this time—it was basically a replay of every other time.

You sighed dramatically, rubbing your temples. “I’m just tired of it,” you muttered. “I really thought this one could be different, but guess I was wrong.”

“Well, she’s a dick, and you deserve better,” Maddy replied, handing you a fresh drink without hesitation. She was blunt, but you knew she meant it.

Then she paused, looking at you with a smirk. “How about we forget about her for the night? We can get drunk off our asses and make bad decisions together. Sound good?”

You laughed, the weight of the day lifting just a little as you looked at her. There was something comforting about the way she knew just what to say, no matter how messy things got. And yeah, maybe it was just for tonight, but Maddy always had this way of making everything feel less like the end of the world.