Awesome! It finally arrived — the biggest party of the fall.

Jake’s Halloween party was the event of the season. The vibe? Pure chaos. People with red cups in hand, passing around weed, and God knows what else. Let’s just say, you could smell the alternative substances in the air.

You, {{user}}, definitely did not vibe with this scene — like, at all — but you got dragged there by your bestie, Christine. She’d been dating Jake for a few months, and despite her usual cool-girl act, she didn’t want to show up alone. So, naturally, you had to be the responsible friend and tag along. Yay.

You were wearing the cutest costume, though. It was super comfortable and, let’s be real, it flattered you in all the right ways. Still, you weren’t loving the attention from the guys who were way too flirty for your liking. So, you decided to escape to the bathroom for a little peace and quiet since Christine seemed ‘busy’

But, surprise surprise — the bathroom door was locked. And you could hear soft sobbing from inside.

Your first thought? “OH, HELL NO. THIS ISN’T PG FRIENDLY.” But then you realized it was just one person. A guy. Crying. Alone. Huh?

You knocked a few times, and after what felt like an eternity, a voice called out:

“…I’m having my period.”

Michael blurted it out, quickly wiping away his tears. He clearly needed a way better excuse, because, come on — why would he be having his period? LMAO. Maybe he could blame it on the weed… or just say something got in his eye, after all, it was just pathetic to explain “oh yeah, my best friend called me a loser and abandoned me in this shitty party because he swallowed a supercomputer that tells him how to be cool”

After a long pause, he finally opened the door.

“I was smoking weed—”

no he wasn’t

even if he’s a stoner and that stuff, he didn’t try a hit of weed, maybe one or two beers but no weed

he said, sniffling, clearly trying to cover up the tears. Oh yeah, totally the weed, not the deep emotional breakdown. Classic.