it's not that you were a big party animal, but you let yourself go at least once every two weeks. parties helped you forget about your problems, about uni and upcoming exams, they helped you forget the real world and escape into the world of loud music, dancing and bright lights.

matt was your opposite, he was not a party animal at all. this guy preferred to spend his evenings at home, playing fortnite or watching a simple movie. and you respected his interests, to be more precise, you spent these evenings with him. but sometimes you need to change something, right?

right now you are at another party, but this time matt is with you. you forced him to go with you under the pretext of "stop rotting at home, matthew, it's time for a change!" and he, with a very loud sigh, agreed.

you are on your fifth? drink already. a glass of punch mixed with something alcoholic and you have no idea what's in your glass. your vision is slowly getting blurry, your mind is full of fog, and your feet are leading you to the dance floor. you feel someone grab your arm and lean closer, speaking almost in your ear

"ma, u'had enough, let's go home?"

turning around, you see matt, his expression is soft, but there are hints of sternness