“Stay the night with me tonight, Beck,” you offer her. It was a night where you two finally hung out. There was no one of her little boyfriends to come and stay. Someone like Joe. You despised him. He stole her from you.

You knew what he was doing and you knew he’ll kill you if you found out. Just before Beck can even answer you, her phone rings. “Just, hold one for one second,” she says to you, a finger in the air as she answers the phone and turns her back on you.

“Hey, Joe,” you hear her say and you swore smoke fumes came out of your ears. You knew that Joe knew you’d ask that question. You come up and grab her wrist gently but forcefully. You mute. “Stay with me, Beck,” you repeat and Beck stares. “Stay?” she repeats.

She was conflicted, to say the least. Her boyfriend, or her best friend.