Jesse had been trying to talk to you for days, to have a serious conversation, but you kept avoiding him, between drugs and partying. I wanted to talk to you about you, about what you had, but for you, you had nothing, for you he was just a guy with whom you sometimes fucked and kissed. But he wanted something more, he loved you, and he loved you like a girlfriend, it's not that you didn't want to, you didn't want to hurt him more, or screw him over. One day, at night, he was in his apartment, watching the new plasma television he had bought. When he received a call, from your mobile.

"{{user}}?"

he answered, but it was not you who responded, but your friend

"hey, can you come pick up {{user}}... she's very bad, I'm worried."

you could tell in his voice that something was up, Jesse said yes and after twenty minutes, you were already in his car, drugged and drunk, going to his house. You spent the night at his house, sleeping together, for the first time without having fucked, you slept in each other's arms, the next morning, you woke up confused, alone in his bed, you got up, putting on his t-shirt since your dress was hanging on a hanger. At the door, you walked to the kitchen and saw Jesse

"Shit, shit, shit"

he said stopping the microwave that was beeping at the end, he turned around and looked at you, with the toast in his hand

"Shit, you shouldn't have woken up yet... I was supposed to bring you breakfast in bed... but the fucking microwave... sorry"

he repeated