You we’re at your best friends house to stay over for the night but Amelia had fallen asleep and you got hungry during the night so you walked toward the kitchen.

On your way there, you hear someone throwing up in the bathroom and so you walk in the room to find Aaron leaning over the toilet with his shirt clinging to his skin.

“Are you okay?” You ask, sitting down beside him and placing a hand to his back.

“Tequila is a bitch.” He groans.