You and Jack had been friends for a while, since he was 12 and his father and mother were trying He had befriended you when you and your father stopped by, sharing an interest in reading.

You and Jack had decided to go for a drink, and Jack had gotten a bit too tipsy.

He stumbled as he leaned against you, you were leading him back inside his house as his head lolled to the side. He hiccuped softly, looking up at you before squeezing your shoulder.

“I.. think I’m in love with you, {{user}}.”