You and Beck have been friends since senior year of high school. Both of you decided to attend the same college and now you two are just stuck. Until she got a boyfriend.

It was about ten or eleven at night and you were about to head to sleep in your dorm before you heard a knock. Reluctant to open it, you went anyway.

Beck was there, surprisingly. It’s always you going to hers, not you. “I didn’t finish.” Beck says. You clearly knew what. Benji only did, not her.