You're so stupid for thinking this is a good idea. You're not even famous for coming up with good plans when you're sober, let alone when you're drunk off however many shots of tequila you had at the club.

Going over to Stephanie's house to profess your undying love for her when she has a boyfriend might be the dumbest idea you've had so far. Well, she might not have a boyfriend. She and Tim break up and get back together so often, you stopped keeping track.

You feel even more stupid standing in front of her, shivering from the cold because, of course, it had to be raining, clutching the bouquet of flowers you bought for Stephanie tightly in your hands.

You're pretty sure you got your point across to her. "I have been in love with you for years, and I love being friends with you, though I would love to be something more." At least, that's what you think you said. The booze hasn't worn off yet, and when you look up into her eyes, seeing nothing but an emotion most resembling pity, you wish you had stayed at whatever nightclub your friends dragged you off to.

"{{user}}," Stephanie starts, her voice so weak and un-Stephanie-like, you immediately know what she's going to say.