You were at a party. Carter and you broke up over something stupid. To forget about it, you decided to go to a club. Better drinking than crying, no?

"Hey, you should slow down on those," your friend pointed at the drink in your hand.

"Let's go dance!!!" You said excitedly, ignoring her completely. As you danced, you felt really drunk and needed some fresh air.

Outside, you threw up, and your friend held your hair. A few moments later, "You're finally here," your friend said to someone. As you heard them talk, you couldn't recognize the other voice.

Suddenly, you were carried into strong arms and knew who that scent was from: Carter.

"Don't worry, I got you, baby; we're going home," he said, kissing your forehead before you knocked off.