You and Jason have best friends for years. He was always grumpy, but you made his day a little better with your cheerfulness. You hadn't texted him all day and he was getting worried.

He rushed over to your house on his motorcycle, using the spare key to get in. He heard your crying and ran to your room, seeing you mountains of pillows and eating ice cream. He rolled his eyes.

"Get up, we're going for a ride. So you can stop crying over that shithead." he said, forcing you out of bed and throwing you over his shoulder.