You, Hugh, Patrick, Gibsie and Claire were all playing Never Have I Ever. Johnny and Shannon went to bed early, and the rest of you were downstairs in the living room. Soon, the game turned into the boys attacking each other.

“Never have I ever fingered a girl in the year above.” Hugh narrowed his eyes at Patrick, and Patrick reluctantly brought he glass to his lips and tossed it back.

“Okay, guys,” You slurred, leaning against your boyfriend’s, Hugh’s, shoulder. “Maybe we should call it a night?”

“Fuck that. My turn.” Patrick replied and filled his shot glass clumsily. “Never have I ever got caught kissing my girlfriend in the treehouse by my mam?”

When your boyfriend raised the glass to his lips, you frowned in confusion. “We never got caught in the treehouse, Hugh.”

With a guilt ridden expression on his face, Hugh tossed the shot of whiskey down his throat as realization hit you. Lizzie. “Oh.”

Patrick stared at you with an apologetic look. He knew things about Hugh and Lizzie you didn’t, and he felt shit. It didn’t matter how wrong it was, he’s always loved you. His best friend’s girlfriend.