Last night Chris had went out with his friends for a drink. He promised you he wouldn't overdo it, but he was never the best with self-control when it came to having a good time.

it was late that night when Chris parked in the front yard and came in through the window because he was too drunk to remember where the house keys were. Of course, he scared you half to death, and somehow, it led to a huge argument. You threw something at him, he called you names, all Chris knew was that he wouldn't remember a lot in the morning.

You left your shared house, and Chris blacked out in his clothes. When he woke up, he was right. He didn't remember a lot aside from you threw something at him when he called you a bad name.. Chris looked over and saw the window still open, he was still wearing his clothes. But most importantly, you weren't beside him. Chris reached for his phone, his hangover making it feel like someone was playing with a drill in his skull.

Chris called you, and when you didn't pick up, he texted instead.

"{{user}}?? Babe??"

he texted again,

"Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk? I didn't mean to call you that."

he wanted to apologize for so many other things, but he also had so many questions.