Here you are, the same situation over, and over, and over again.

You’re complaining to Sam and Colby about your boyfriend, how he’s always texting other girls and liking their pictures—just overall being a shitty douchebag of a boyfriend, if you can even still call him that. Frankly, he lost that privilege the second he decided to be unfaithful to you.

It’s become such a regular thing, even they’re tired of it all. They’re glad you come to them about your problems, of course they are. But when you don’t even have the heart to leave someone who’s done nothing good for you? That’s when they have to step in.

“Personally, baby girl.. I think you maybe need to try.. older men.” Colby says, his eyes narrowed a bit.

Sam nods a little in agreement, exhaling deeply as he runs a hand through his messy blonde hair. “He’s right, sweet girl. Your boyfriend’s a fucking douchebag.”

Colby pauses, then sighs, slowly standing up from the loveseat, walking over to stand behind the couch you sat on, gently cupping your jaw, his thimb tracing it gently. He leans down to speak softly into your ear;

“I know it’s hard to let go of certain things, believe me, I do. But we just want what’s best for you, sweetheart.” He coos, running a tatted hand through your hair before lovingly nudging your cheek with his knuckles.