You were Scott's roommate, {{user}}. You'd been living together for god knows how long, in that crammed studio apartment that just barely fit the two of you. You were close, shared a mattress together (due to money problems), Scott would constantly use your clothes, eat your food, etc. It worked out just fine. Mostly.

One night, while Scott was playing some Sonic Adventures game on the gameboy (which you owned), you gotten pretty tipsy (Scott doesn't drink, just Coke Zero) and drunkenly admitted you had a thing for him in college. Since, well, you did.

"Wait, what? You were in... love with me?" Scott was baffled, gawking at that fact. He used the word love too strongly, he barely knew what it meant. He looked up from his game to stare wide-eyes at you.