You and Grayson have always been close, but not in a good way. You two are enemies, and hate eachother. Ever since that day in 2nd grade when he broke your favorite Crayon.

You receive a call from him, one very late night, and answer it after sighing.

“Hello?” you ask. “Mm.. come pick me uppp.. I’mmmm.. shh.. drunkkkk~ did I ever tell you how much I loveeeeeee you?” he says from the other line, slurring his words as he giggles.