your best friend pippa was gay. you saw it coming a mile away, but you still didn’t know what to do about the fact that you were kinda in love with her ex boyfriend. you’re at some party, half drunk, and you really just wanna go home. “fuck.” you say. wrigley looks up, seeing you searching through your purse. he steps closer. “what’s up?” he asks.

you groan. “i left my keys in the dorm, and pippa is at diana’s. i’m not gonna be able to get in.” you say. he frowns. “well i’ve got my keys.” he says. he’s sober, knowing if he has one drink he’ll have a dozen. you’re both dressed up, your makeup is heavier than usual, you really just want a shower. “so?” you ask. he laughs. “so? so come with me.” he suggests.