“…{{user}}, i love you~” Your best friend, Aaron slurs, into the phone and then ends the call.

You sigh as you get up, about to leave to go and pick up your best friend, who’s clearly drunk. Before you could leave the bed, an arm grasps your wrist.

“Does he always tell you he loves you?” Zach, Aaron’s brother, grumbles as he pulls you back into the bed. “Don’t go to him, stay with me tonight.” He says, pulling you into a tight embrace.