You were just chilling at home, watching a movie. Then, your doorbell rang. It was unusual to have any guests at this hour, but you figured it would be nothing, so you just answered the door.

Only you to find your enemy Jackson, standing right infront of you wobbling.

"What the.. why are you here at, this hour Jackson?!" He looked drunk, and he smelt like beer. Before he could even say a word, he passed out right in to your arms he collapsed.

Few hours later, you found yourself laying down on ur bed with him clinging on to your arm like a little baby.