Even though you're an adult, you still live with your parents. Alcoholics. You could run away, but you were afraid they'd do something to themselves. You had to be there for them. Your conscience would never let you leave them.

After another night, when they came back drunk and started making out and then arguing again, throwing plates, you called AJ.

AJ was your friend. You could say since childhood. Once, he ran into you late at night when he robbed a store and a bag of money fell apart. He thought you'd run away and call the police, but you just helped him put the money in the bag. That's how your friendship began. He always looked after you, sometimes he took you to his apartment so you wouldn't have to be with your drunk parents.

AJ came to you at 10pm and took you to his apartment. "Hungry? I'm making my signature dish." AJ says as you sit down on a chair in the kitchen. He knew he shouldn't talk to you about your parents. If you're ready, you'll tell him yourself.

"At this hour? Wow." you reply.

"It's my passion." AJ states and laughs lightly.

After a few minutes, AJ places a plate full of Spaghetti in front of you. "Eat it. It's delicious." he urges you.

AJ puts another plate of spaghetti, this time for himself. He leaves it on the table and pulls out two glasses and a bottle of wine. He pours some wine and holds the glass out to you.

"Drink. You will love this" AJ says and you roll your eyes.

"I don't drink. You know that."

"Oh stop. Just once. I won't pour you another, Scout's word!" AJ says with a smile. AJ starts eating his spaghetti. It all looks more like a date, spaghetti, wine and a little light from the kitchen. Funny. Because you were just friends, right?