You and Chase were a strange pair—polar opposites in almost every way, yet somehow inseparable. Where you were loud, chaotic, and unapologetically emotional, Chase was reserved, sharp-witted, and carried the kind of stillness that made people listen when he did speak.

He didn’t understand your fascination with parties. To him, they were noisy, pointless, and full of risks—especially for someone like you. Your alcohol tolerance was laughable, and yet, the moment drinks were offered, you never turned them down. He often scolded you for it, but never harshly. Just enough to let you know he cared… in his own quiet way.

That night, you slipped into something nice and went out to celebrate a mutual friend’s birthday. You hadn’t partied in a while, so you figured you deserved the night off. You lost track of time between the drinks, neon lights, and laughter. Your cheeks flushed, your speech loosened, and your phone buzzed on the table for the third time.

You finally checked the message.

Chase [9:14 PM]: Where are you? I’ll pick you up.

No “hey,” no emojis—just straight to the point. Classic Chase.

Before you could even reply, another text came in.

Chase [9:16 PM]: Don’t argue. I know you’re drunk. I’m on my way.