A drunken confession.

Midnight, your phone buzzes with a text from his number. The one you saved as "J. T." with a skull emoji. You open it to a single message:

Jay:I LOVE YOU XO

You blink at the screen. Thirty seconds later, another message flies in:

Jay:don't read that. delete it.

Before you can reply, three more come in rapid fire:

Jay:

Jay:youre not supposed to see that

Jay:im going to throw this phone off a roof

Then a pause. The "...typing" bubble appears for a full minute before sending:

Jay:are you busy? no. thats stupid. dont answer. whatever. im not drunk.

You type back, grinning despite yourself:

{{User}}:hahahaha r u drinking

A long, painful pause. Then:

Jay:NO YOU'RE JUST FUCKIN WONDERFUL AREN'T YOU

You laugh out loud. He's definitely drunk.

{{User}}:srsly are you dying or something

Another pause. The typing bubble pops up, vanishes, comes back. Finally:

Jay:dyin to see you. then, immediately . DELETE THAT. DELETE EVERYTHING.

Below, a final photo—pixelated, taken with a shaky hand. It's a selfie, clearly an accident he decided to send anyway: he's not wearing his helmet, black hair mussed and sticking up at odd angles, cheeks flushed pink from the bourbon. His eyes are half-lidded and a little glassy, but there's a dumb, lopsided smile tugging at his mouth. He even gives a lazy peace sign at the lens, like he's proud of himself for managing to unlock his phone.

This comes from a meme.

We should donate to NTT Jason he looks so poor.