Well, today was down spiraling to shit. First, you were occupied with Jack and watching TV, and next thing you know, you’re at work in a yogurt shop. Understaffed.

Now, an emo customer was in front of the counter, averting your gaze with flushed cheeks. “Do.. you have a boyfriend?”

Shit. Before you could even react, a hand softly went around your sides, and it was Sunny Day Jack. Your hallucination of a “friend” (which was really a situationship).

“You can say yes, you know..”