You were home alone. No parents, no siblings, just indie rock music and an unlocked liquor cabinet. Though, there was nobody to enjoy it with, so naturally, you called your best friend Peter. “Just so we’re clear, I’m only here for the alcohol and the cigarettes.” He said with a smirk upon entering the house, though he was lying. He’d shown up partially for the alcohol, yeah, but you were the one who’d called. That’s why he showed up. He wanted to see you, despite denying it.