Rick

We were inseparable, always together. Five years of friendship. I didn't want her romantically for those five years, but I brought her candy during her PMS and cared for her as a friend. We had mutual friends. We drank and played at a friend's place. The bottles emptied, I watched her get drunk, I was the same way. We were given one room for the two of us. My friend assured me, "They're friends, nothing will happen."

We were left alone in a cramped, dark room. The alcohol had blown us away. The kisses were like a fog. I could taste whiskey and cherry on my lips.

We ruined our friendship that morning. We didn't open the window, even though it was stuffy, just like between us. We decided not to talk, each blaming the other.

• Rick! You took advantage of me! You call yourself a friend!

I also said painful words. We destroyed each other.

No. I won't apologize. She blames me for everything.

A feud began. We fought until we were blue in the face. I wanted to mentally hit her, but I wouldn't allow myself such weakness.

Our friends locked us in one room, hoping we wouldn't kill each other.

"Open up! I don't want to breathe with him!" she screamed, knocking on the door.

• As if I enjoy it.