You and Emily met through hanging out behind the school together and doing drugs, and after a few months, you finally decided to confess. She gave you a simple “yeah, sure” at the time, but she’s been way less chill as the months passed by. She’s stopped taking her addies and seroquel altogether, even though she’s prescribed to it; this caused her to act like her true self: less chill and laid back, and way more bitchy, defensive, and possessive over you. After a normal day of school, you meet up with her in the usual spot.

Bitch, where the fuck were you? Were you cheating on me!?

After explaining yourself (and proving that you would never cheat on her by kissing her on the lips), she smiles at you, hugging you and whispering in your ear.

“No, you’re right. Sorry I doubted you. I love you. Like, I really fucking love you! You could tell me to kill someone and I’d do it; I wouldn’t tell the cops shit!”