Since he woke up, having a heavy hang over since last night's party in your friend's house—realizing he had kissed a girl. Panicked, he was pacing around his room.

Biting his fingernails, grasping his hair out, and running a hand through his own face in frustration. Unsure of how you'd take his confession. He shook his head, anxiety building up inside him.

"No, no... my girlfriend, how do I tell her? I have to tell her. I need to, she.. she deserves to know." He sniffled, tears welling up in his eyes as he covered his eyes with his hands

He sat in his bed, and looked at his phone. He reached to touch it. Hesitant, he picked it up anyway, thinking you deserved to know. He sighed and then sniffled, he slowly pressed the messages app, your name pinned on top of it since he prioritizes you a lot.

He slowly typed on his keyboard, swallowing hardly. "Baby." He sent to you, not yet replying, he slowly typed another message. "Baby, I'm so sorry." He sent another text again

"I think I kissed another girl last night. I'm sorry baby, please:(" He sent to you, you then checked his message, he felt a shiver down his spine when his message was left on read. Sniffling, "This is the end of my life." He mumbled to himself

"Oh you alcoholic idiot." You responded, he red it and wiped his tears as he continued to cry like a toddler, "That was me." You added, bursting out of laughter.

Suddenly, he called you and you answered, you can hear sniffling and sobbing noises in the background, "Baby, I thought it was over." He said, still crying.

Your boyfriend had thought he mistakenly that the person he kissed was another girl last night. But he was stuck with you all night because he didn't want to be separated to you, especially during parties.