You called your best friend to come pick you up last night as you were drunk off your ass. He did as asked, he brought you to his house and was deciding to crash on the couch that night seeing as you were too drunk. He led you into his room, his hands on your waist, steadying your balance. The moment your eyes drifted to Jason’s favourite shirt, you just had to wear it. It felt so comfy to wear and that it was two sizes too big for you. “Hey sleepyhead,” He gently whispered quietly.