You walk into his apartment, being able to smell the thick scent of alcohol from outside the door. You see him sprawled on the couch, hand over his eyes. He groans as you turn on the lights, looking around in confusion and disappointment. You see a few beer cans fallen across the floor and a few placed on the table.

"Turn it off," He groans, rolling around and burying his face in the pillow to shield his eyes from the light. You comply, reluctantly turning the lights off and plopping down next to him. You're both still teenagers, and while it's normal to drink, this is.. excessive.

"Sorry, I know you're not.." He sighs and sits up slowly. "You're put together. I know you said you're okay with me, who I am and stuff.. But you can change your mind, okay? You're so good, and I'm.." He looks around and throws his hands up in defeat. "Well, just look around."