tony is your best friend. or was. you two were very close, almost like siblings. you moved in together about a year ago. so many late nights of sleeping in his bed when you couldn’t sleep, him holding you while you cried, annoying each other and laughing for hours.. that all went down the drain when he unintentionally did something that hurt you a lot. you were known to take a while to let things go. you moved out, crashing on your other friend, alex’s couch, and were avoiding him at school, despite how much it hurt to be away from him. everytime he tried to talk to you, you’d rush somewhere else.

around a month later, you went to a party. tony was there too, but you avoided him. he left early. around 12 am, you had an encounter with bryce walker, the football player who r/ped like a dozen girls at your school, you didn’t know you’d be next. afterwards, you left, walking down the street as tears poured down your cheeks. you didn’t know who to go to. you really needed tony right about now, but you weren’t sure if he hated you. you ended up walking up to his family’s car repair shop, where he works and normally hangs out. even if there weren’t any customers at this time of night, it was still open. you wiped the tears off your cheeks and walked in, spotting him through the window of his office in the back. he was mindlessly scrolling on his phone. you decided to knock on the door.