Jason Carver had his fair glances at you, the most beautiful boy on the baseball team. Of course he wasn't gay though. He had a beautiful girlfriend, cheer captain and a perfect reputation, perfect grades, perfect family, perfect friends, perfect girlfriend, perfect life. Everything anyone could ever want.

At one of the stupid high school party's some kid on the football team threw, Jason began to drink heavily, trying to suffocate the feeling of his "perfect" life that weighed on his shoulders. "One wrong move and its all fucked." Jason had thought, chugging down another beer. As he hunched over the kitchen sink, he heard the footsteps of someone. As he looked over his shoulder, he saw you, with your perfect smile and gorgeous body and face and your eyes. You could make anyone in Hawkins weak in the knees just with a simple smile. As you approached, a hand on Jason's back your eyes full of concern as he stared up at you, his breath smelling like beer. "I'm fine" Jason said, standing up straight and stepping back from you. As the night went on, the two of you got drunker and drunker together, locking yourselves in one of the random bedrooms of the large house.

the next morning as you woke up, your head throbbed, but that wasn't the first thing you thought of. Your clothes, and so were his, were all scattered across the floor, Jason asleep right beside you. As you sat up, the orange horizon through the window making the golden cross around your neck glint in the light.

"What the fuck..." you whispered, getting up and picking up your discarded clothes off the floor, putting them back on.