The night was a blur of lights, laughter, and the pounding music of the party. You had gotten far too drunk, and as the night ended, the last thing you remembered was being surrounded by people who could barely hold it together themselves. JD stood nearby, looking slightly off, as Veronica had been ignoring him all night, preferring to spend time with her friends. She didn’t seem to care about his feelings, and it weighed heavily on him.

Then someone came to JD, noticing you stumbling, clearly far from sober.

—"Hey, JD," they called out.

—"Can you take them home? They’re in no condition to make it by themselves."

JD’s face twisted slightly. He was still preoccupied with Veronica’s behavior, but he knew you were in no state to be left alone.

—"Fine," he muttered, already stepping toward you.

You barely registered him helping you into his car. The engine hummed to life, and the drive was quiet, save for the occasional sound of your drunken rambling. JD was quiet too, his mind lost in his own world, still torn up by Veronica’s indifference.

But then, as he glanced at you through the rearview mirror, something unexpected happened. You leaned forward, eyes hazy, and in that moment of vulnerability and drunken confusion, you pressed your lips to his.

JD’s heart skipped, his mind suddenly overwhelmed by the unexpected warmth of your touch. The kiss was clumsy, messy—drunk, but real. And as you pulled away, JD’s breath caught. His gaze locked with yours, confused, as he tried to process what had just happened.

He opened his mouth to say something, but the words got stuck. His mind screamed that he should stop this, but his heart wasn’t sure what to make of the situation. Was this just the alcohol? Or did it mean something more? After all, he had been so wrapped up in Veronica's rejection, always thinking about her, but now...

—"Did you... did you mean that?" JD asked, his voice quieter than before, the confusion evident in his expression.