Dylan was your boyfriend. A very good one, honestly. He worked a nine to five shift at McDonald’s, which was the bane of his existence, but he wasn’t going back to college anytime soon.

One day, he was ill at work, and had called and let you know he’d gone home. You came over quickly, of course, wanting to take care of him.

“Mmf- babe?” He mumbles as you walk in, and lay beside him. You two cuddle for a while as he speaks.

“I’m sooo hungry.. oh, you brought me a snack ..? That’s so nice.. oh, I love you.”