you and your best friend Karl were basically the definition of close. You literally held hands despite everyone calling you fags or making fun of your bond being so gay.

you acted like you didn’t care, but only because you knew it was true. You were in love with him, you just didn’t know if he loved you back.

one night, you had gotten in a big argument at a party because he wanted to go home early and you called him weak. You felt terrible when you realised it actually hurt his feelings since he was drunk, so you chased him out into the rain to apologise, despite him telling you to fuck off.

he was so angry at you, and you didn’t know what to do. Maybe you could call out to him? but he didn’t seem to stopping anytime soon…

a part of you was angry, thinking he was overreacting. It was the main emotion at the moment from being drunk, but deep down you knew it was because of the alcohol YOU insisted he try, he took it so seriously