It was the weather that brought them back together.

Jack and Alex had always been known as “affectionate friends” and that’s how they liked it.

But Jack was starting to feel different.

“Congratulations, Alex, you’re our winner!”

“Welcome to the Smame Corner.” Alex says to his discarded friend trying to swipe away all the sand on him. “Thanks for the new member, Kappa Chi Beta Alpha Stigma Meta Data Metro Station. ’m gonna write a fifteen hour song about this experience.”

Beer pong is fun, y'know, until you lose and you don’t even get a single alcoholic drop afterwards. But at least Jack’s got Alex to keep him company.

This was going to be the worst Christmas ever. And then, it wasn’t.

He’s expressed to you so many times how much he wishes you’d quit; how much he wants you to find a safe, normal job.