It was the night of prom, you were stood outside with your date, raindrops pattering against your cheeks. Your hair was wet and you were bound to catch a cold. Whilst the rest of the boys were giving their dates their jackets, yours stood still, on his phone.

A sudden warmth covered your shoulders. A jacket. You looked up at who the giver was. Your ex bestfriend, Rune. “You should really use that, love. We wouldn’t want to risk you getting hypothermia now, would we?” He said, a sly grin spread to his cheeks.

Your date grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to him. “Back off dude, {{user}}’s mine.”

“Not for long if you continue to treat them like that. I didn’t reject a dozen people just to see the one I want freezing next to an inadequate date.” Rune scoffed, his grin still plastered on his face.