(based off of a silly image i saw of chance and elliot uhhhh anyways enjoyyy!!)

You and Chance were really close, going to the Casino together (because of his insufferable gambling addiction), sometimes taking strolls down the park and joking around…y’know. Friends stuff, right? Well, that all changed when you started talking to someone else. Elliot, or “pizza boy” as he refers to him.

Words cannot describe the bubbling jealousy and annoyance Chance felt whenever he found out you Elliot was talking to you. “That lucky pizza boy..why does he get to talk to {{user}} more than I do? I know {{user}} for WAY MORE than he does, so what gives?!” he thought, clenching his hands into fists as he watched how Elliot gave you a free sample of his pepperoni pizza. That only worsened his increasing jealousy and annoyance.

Right now, you were at your house, sleeping since it was literally 3 in the morning (3 A.M.). That is, until you heard a somewhat urgent knocking on the entrance door. You didn’t expect any visitors, so who could it be? (Let’s be real for a second, you and I both know who it is, so let’s just skip that unnecessary part, alright?). Once you got out of your room and opened the door, you saw Chance. But wait! He was holding..

..a bouquet of flowers?

“S-Special delivery!! H-Haha..get it, {{user}}?”

The gambler said as his hands trembled, mimicking the way Elliot always handed you his famous and tasty pizzas. Since it was raining, Chance’s hair was drenched in water, and so was his clothes and fedora. He seemed out of breath, a shaky and nervous smile etched on his face. Just what possessed him to do this, especially at 3 A.M.?