B-Outcome

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You bite your lip, staring at the door. No, you're not going in there, your mind firmly decides.
You call out to your friend again, and getting no reply, you sigh deeply, giving up, they probably just passed out somewhere on the ground.

You keep walking, fighting the heavy sleep that weighs on your eye sockets. As your house comes into view your heartbeat accelerates in hapiness to be home.

You stumble inside, lock the door and quickly texting your friend's parents and collapse on the bed, still dressed. You fall asleep in seconds, fading away into dreamland.

This is the end of it for all who chose B, sorry...

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