tonight you’ll playing truth or dare with some friends but with a small twist. if you pass up on on either of the two options you picked, you drink. on an even heavier note though, you see that matt’s pulled into the driveway.

”how shit it is to have a friend in common with matt of all people.” you think to yourself. he’s like a pesky fly that just won’t go away.

”you can’t drink for shit and you’re here?” you abruptly hear from behind you. of course, matt. clearly in one of his moods.