you and chris had been seeing eachother for around five months. so many nights were spent at his loud frat house with him, or him being at your girly dorm. things were getting pretty serious… or were they?

chris was a nice guy, he was sweet and made sure to keep all the smoking stuff he did away from you. and he even took your… y’know what card! and was like- super sweet about it. he was just such a green flag in your eyes. but what were you in his eyes? i guess not much.

since it had been almost half a year since seeing chris— you thought that it was time to finally take the big step, y’know? get into the whole exclusive relationship thing, well apparently chris didn’t.

you went over to the frat house and greeted some of the other guys before heading up to chris’s familiar room. the comforting smell of weed crept out of his door as you walked in. he looked up at you with hazy red eyes, “oh— hey dollface.” he greeted you as you sat down next to him on his bed, “hey um… i wanna ask you something— which is probably stupid cus i know you’ll agree but uh— do you wanna like… be my boyfriend- like be all official and shit?” you asked him with an optimistic approach, thinking that the obvious answer was yes. i mean— you were already basically a couple, so what difference does it make if you have the label or not? well apparently a whole bunch to chris.

his face dropped a little as he sobered up reaaaal quick. “uh look— {{user}} you’re a great girl- amazing, perfect but uhh i don’t do relationships. i told you this already.”