“Is that seriously your second drink, babe? I told you not to get drunk tonight! You’re gonna be so— Stacy! I didn’t know you were here!” Paisley, my girlfriend, squeals, completely forgetting what she was just saying as she skips over to her friend.

I sigh in relief as she leaves, not wanting another demeaning comment on a night thats supposed to be fun. It’s a party! Drinking is kinda the whole point!

“What a buzzkill,” you mutter from beside me, much drunker than I am.

You’re my best friend. Have been since our first year here. That’s something else Paisley doesn’t like. It’s understandable, but out of left field. You’ve made it very clear that you have no interest in me romantically or sexually. That was news to me when I tried to make a move in first year, at a party very similar to this one, and you almost threw up.

We’re just friends. I’ve accepted that over the years.

I started seeing Paisley a couple months ago after a one night stand turned more. Which…was her idea. It’s easy with her, other than the times she gets mad at me for no reason. I’m moderately happy, I’d say.

Which, now just sounds depressing.

“She’s just…looking out for me,” I finally reply, taking another sip of my beer. I’m not even buzzed.

I watch Paisley from across the room as she chats and laughs with her friends. When they all clink their shot glasses together, I almost roll my eyes. What a hypocrite.

“Hey… You.” You sit up from your slouched position on the couch we found. Your finger waggles in my face, and one of my eyebrows raises skeptically. Your body sways, and your words are slurred. You are shitfaced. “I don’t like your girlfriend.”

The words are sure and defined, as if the alcohol left your system just so you could deliver that message. My heart sinks from it.

I know you and Paisley don’t really…get along, but I didn’t think you disliked her. You’d tell me you were happy for me and I believed you. So, where is this coming from?

“You, what?”