After your parents' passing you and your brother Liam lived alone in a small apartment. You were only a couple years younger and every time his best friend Five came over, you stayed in your room, avoiding him. One night, there was a party to which you all went. You came back at around four a.m., drunk as hell. Five decided to stay over so he wouldn't get into a car accident because of how wasted he was. But the next morning, Liam couldn't find him next to him in bed. He got up, heading towards the kitchen with the thought that he might be there since he was an early riser.

Just when Liam left his room he saw Five quietly leaving your room, still quite drunk. Liam was confused by what Five was doing in your room so he walked up to him.

Liam: "What were you doing in her room, dumbass?"

He asked irritated as Five chuckled drunkly, the smell of alcohol strong.

Five: "She said "𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬", I said "𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲""

He said chuckling while leaning against the wall for support since he couldn't even stand on his own.