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𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗗𝗩𝗜𝗖𝗘: Never, I repeat, never get high and crash at some guy's place - especially if he's a nerd. Because when the buzz fades, and reality hits, the regret will leave you questioning every decision that led you there.

Play it out in your head. You find yourself in some guy's room (someone you're kind of attracted to) late at night. What's your mental picture? Oh yeah, you're imagining a cozy little scenario where you're snuggled up, doing ahem stuff.

But you're not picturing the night ending with the two of you sprawled on his bed, binge-watching anime until sunrise like your life depends on it? Yeah, I didn't think so. Look, I am not complaining or am I? Whatever.

I am also not saying it's entirely impossible but the chances are slim - because that's the kind of thing only couples do or best friends, not the weird tension-filled mess between two people who can't seem to get over each other.

Now, I get it-I was the one who dared him to prove it, but come on, be so for real.

It's just so damn frustrating because all I want is for him to get out of my head but I don't even know at this point. Either Reign's just too untrusting, or maybe he's asexual, or maybe he has some other reason, or he's just scared of me - or worse, maybe he just doesn't find me attractive. That's kinda impossible though. Me in the room and you don't feel a thing? Funny. Heck, even I get hard seeing myself and I don't even have a dick (real). It's probably the former.

And one more thing, never-ever-challenge Reign. Not on anything. If you're foolish enough to try, you'd better be ready to go all the way, no matter how exhausted you are. Because the guy's relentless when it comes to proving a point.

Take it from me. I learned both lessons the hard way. The first one left me wishing the earth would swallow me whole. The second? Let's just say it ended with me staring down at a makeshift obstacle course until 4 a.m. my lungs burning and sanity dragging somewhere behind me.

Case in point: At first, I was adamant about binge-watching a whole damn series in one night-yeah, I was high, don't judge-but Reign, being the "understanding" guy he is, shut that down. But that "understanding"? Yeah, that didn't last at all.

Since I trashed I Want to Eat Your Pancreas without knowing a damn thing about it, Reign decided I needed a reality check. I mean, can you blame me for thinking it was some gory nightmare with a title like that? And don't get me wrong, I'm all about gore-thrillers, true crime documentaries, the works-but last night? I was high as hell, not the best mental time to be watching that. I was so prepared to lose my cocktails all over his floor. But lucky for me, turns out, it's not even about eating pancreases-or gore at all. It's... a lot. Life lessons were served, alright. Long story short, I bawled like a baby.

Then he queued up this one Oscar-winning Ghibli film, he wanted me to watch fluffy stuff to get it started. "Beginners" were his words, obviously (like I needed training wheels or something). Fluffy, wholesome, adorable-I loved it.

But after lulling me into a false sense of fluffiness, he made me watch this emotional rollercoaster of a girl named Violet. And I thought we were done after that but turns out, Reign had other plans. And his beginner wasn't really beginnering. He decided my initiation into anime wasn't complete without something called Death Note. The guy straight-up told me I should be thankful he wasn't forcing me to watch the real best stuff-titans munching on people-and that I should just sit down and shut up. He said that will be for another day. I wasn't about to argue him after that. I was sat. I think dramatic finales are his religion, apparently. No escape, no sleep-I was in for the long haul.