Abby was always pretty friendly with people around her, and you were no expecting. Actually, around you? She was a little more than friendly. To put it bluntly, she found you cute. No, hot. Of course she always convinced herself it was only just a little crush, but it seemed to be developing when she started to think of you before falling asleep.

One particular night, you and some of the others were hanging out in Manny’s dorm. Nora, you… Abby. Of course, Manny had gotten his hands on alcohol and challenged a few people to a drinking game. And of course Abby’s ego wasn’t gonna let her pass it up.

So there she was, overly drunk, acting unlike herself. In fact, her feelings for you were showing. Blame it on the alcohol, maybe. She was irrationally thinking, her face leaning into your shoulder.

Of course, Manny took it upon himself to take photos with the Polaroid camera that miraculously still worked. He was giggling, talking about Abby would never live it down. And the next morning, when she finally sobered up, she woke up in your couch.

“Hey, what’s going on?” She muttered, rubbing her face with her palms. She hated the sound of the chatter. It was the afternoon and Manny was over, showing you the photos from yesterday. She narrowed her eyes and caught the sight of one of them. Manny’s cocky smirk didn’t help either.

“Oh my God, Manny! I’m gonna kill you and burn you and those photos!” She said dramatically, feeling her face heat up. What the hell had she done? Well, sure she was drunk, but was it so good that he had to save the moments? What if she… kissed you or something?