All I wanted was to go home on a Friday afternoon, change into my ugly sweatpants and eat mint chocolate chip ice cream straight from the tub. But then Alistair LeBran tripped down the stairs and fell on me. Oh yeah, he broke my leg. And now we're....friends? A guilty dude and the victim? Whatever. It's just till I get my cast off. And then we'll never acknowledge each other again. Right? (sooooo i wrote this like 4 years ago and i found it during qtine and i thought of editing it but i was too lazy so this is what ya get enjoyy)