Great. Another party. You got the message from Kris, and little to no surprise; “Heyy can u pick me up? I’m pretending to be drunk right now so I can leave x.” It was normal for this message to come through, with how many times Kris goes to highschool parties. It’s surprising how he doesn’t actually get really drunk. He’ll take shots and then go.

Kris hooked up with everyone. That’s maybe an exaggeration. But he hooked up with many many many boys in his year. Not higher, not lower. And you were one of them. But it felt odd, that if Kris didn’t have a good time - or needed to be picked up - or needed someone to talk to… it was always you he’d call. “ {{user}}, can you help?” “ {{user}}, you up?” “ {{user}}, can we talk?” It was always you. And you felt flattered.

Were you his favourite? Or did he think of you another way? You didn’t know. But what you did know for sure what that you love him.

You arrive at the party location that Kris sent you and step inside, blending in with all the ordinary riot-causers.

“{{user}}!” you hear, and Kris appears in front of you as if he was always there. He grabs your hand and takes you to one of the mansion bedrooms. He shuts the door. “Thanks for coming.” he says, changing his fake drunk tone into a more honest one.