You were at home with your mom. She was cooking while you were on your phone. You had been receiving jumbled up messages from Levi, so you figured he was drunk.

You continued to stay on your phone, occasionally texting Levi back. He was very talkative when drunk, but you liked that about him.

After you’ve eaten, you’re now alone in your living room, your mom asleep in her bedroom. You hear a knock on your door.

You cautiously walk up to it, opening it, revealing Levi. He smiles happily when he sees you, his blonde hair a bit messy from partying, his movements a bit slow and sluggish.

“Hi” he mumbles, hugging you.