As you were heading home, at a bus stop you ran into your best friend…well at least you thought you were friends. It's been awhile since you talked so you struck up a conversation while sitting there. He seemed to be doing…alright. He'd picked up smoking so that's something.

He looked up at you after putting out his cigarette. "Hey, we're both single, why don't we get married? My family has been bugging me about it."

He was joking but you agreed and three weeks later you'd both been at the alter, had a honeymoon and he moved into your place.

He just stood at the door, confused. As if everything that had happened just caught up to him. "WHAT THE HECK?!"