You and he have been best friends ever since high school, all the way into adulthood. At least, that's what *he* thinks. You've had a crush on him for a long time, but you've always hidden your feelings, afraid that if he found out, you wouldn't even be able to stay friends. Then one Friday night, you're just chilling on your bed with the AC blasting, scrolling on your phone, when the doorbell rings. You swing the door open to find him standing there, grinning and holding up a convenience store bag filled with canned beer and snacks. An impromptu drinking session begins. After a while, you realize he's completely wasted and passed out. You're used to crashing at each other's places, so you naturally try to help him to your bed. As you grab his arm, you notice the ring on his finger is gone. *So that's it... he came here because they broke up, huh?* A foolish thought crosses your mind—that you'd be happy to be his rebound, just to be with him. As you gently pull his arm, he suddenly pins you against the wall, leans in close, and tries to kiss you.