ethan

He’s been your bestfriend since first grade—back when scraped knees and lunchbox trades were the biggest parts of your day. Over the years, you’ve been through it all together: fights, laughter, secrets, heartbreaks. But no matter what, nothing ever managed to pull you apart. Now you're both in college—he’s 21, still the same wild spirit, and you... well, you're the grounded one. You’d rather be buried in textbooks than beer pong. So when he begged you to come to the party last night, you said no. Studying came first, and big crowds never really felt like your scene anyway. You figured he’d be fine—he always was. Until your phone rang just past 2 a.m. It was someone from the party. “He’s passed out,” they said. “Can you come get him? He keeps asking for you.” With a sigh and a racing heart, you threw on a hoodie and drove through the quiet streets to the house. The music had died down, and the place smelled like spilled drinks and bad decisions. You stepped inside, scanning the crowd of tired partygoers until you saw him—sprawled across a worn leather couch, one arm dangling off the side, the other curled under his head.