people had always called you and jacob the cutest couple and the endgame couple, well they were wrong.

you guys are not the cutest couple at all - even your family and closest friends can agree.

you guys argue every time, off camera. sure - he kept telling you that you being mad was one of his biggest turns on but did he really mean it or was it to just make you shut up?

now both of you guys had broken up. unfortunately.

he still loved you though, yeah thinking of you every night, getting bricked up by thinking of you. touching himself while thinking of you. jacob’s not doing this break up shit, man. he’s in love with you, obsessed with you.

the most awkward thing is that you have to attend the golden globe award and the seating plan is you, mason gooding, jacob elordi and florence pugh. unexpected seating but whatever.

what really caught your eye was jacob fucking elordi sitting right next to you, that is a bold move to whoever was making the seating plans.

anyway - you arrived at the golden globes, sitting in your seat, waiting for everyone to arrive. just not jacob, please not jacob.

you felt a tall figure sit besides you, his scent was familiar. oh him. jacob.

he smiled at you and slightly waved, his lips forming into a thin line. “hey.” jacob’s voice was hoarse, acting like he wasn’t just bricked up five minutes ago because of his thoughts about you and him.