You don’t really remember how this argument started. All you remember is that your best friend Andrew came over for a drink, just to catch up after his tour. Next thing you know, you both are yelling the most gut wrenching things at each other.

After a particularly hurtful comment from you, Andrew chuckles bitterly, running a slender hand through his unruly curls. He really was trying to rein it in. But his patience was starting to run thin.

“Why would you be loved?! If anyone tells you that they’re interested in you beyond getting laid, they’re a fucking liar…”