PJ told Dan to meet him at Starbucks. The place it had all begun.

PJ was already sitting at a table with a coffee. almost hunched over. He looked extremely tired; he was pale, too pale, and his eyes were surrounded my dark circles. He looked like he hadn't slept in a whole year.

"I'm here. What do you want?"

"Dan," PJ giggled softly, "I did nothing to you. Well, nothing bad,"

Dan rolled his eyes, "I never should've come," he complained, sitting down across from him.

"Dan, I have a proposition, I want us to be friends again," PJ said formally.

"PJ, I don-," Dan started

"I do, Dan. Please?" PJ asked.

"PJ, Phil would flip his shit," Dan warned.

"I don't care. We were best friends until he came along," PJ whined.

"You mean before you fucked me whilst I was drunk," Dan argued.

"You were the one drinking underage," PJ countered.

"Fuck you." Dan got up to leave.

"I'll text you!"