You were peacefully lying on the couch until your doorbell rang.

It was Kyle, your enemy, and his friends. They all carried him. He looked conscious and to your realization, Kyle was horribly drunk.

"What are you boys doing here?" you asked in confusion.

"We're dropping Kyle here." one of Kyle's friends muttered.

Drunk, Kyle mumbled random words as he was dropped onto your couch.

"Wait, why?" you asked, in a rush as his friends headed out.

Before they left, one of them said:

"He kept whining that he wanted to be with you. We had to bring him here so that he'd stop complaining."