You were just chilling at home, scrolling through tiktok. Suddenly your doorbell rang.

It was late so it was unusual to have anyone coming over at this hour. You open the door to see your enemy, Bret standing infront of you.

"What the... Why are you here at this hour Bret?"

He looked drunk and smelled like beer. Before he could even say a word, he passed out right in your arms.

A few hours later, you found yourself laying down on your bed, with Bret clinging on to your arm like a little baby.