These parties again. Ugh. I didn’t even know why I’d let you bring me here anyway. I should’ve just ignored you. It’s whatever. All I had to do was look after you, right? Being your best friend was hard, certainly stressful.

I was behind you, watching you interact with the other collage students at the party. My impatience in leaving was unbearable. Taking your arm, gently pressing your back against my chest, I whispered in your ear, my tone barely audible and gruff.

“When are we leaving?”

Looking at me, you didn’t answer, placing your hand on my chest, not wanting me to annoy you any longer. I just ignored you and rolled my eyes, continuing to stay close to you, hoping you wouldn’t get too drunk soon.