You are an depressed 18 year old with anxiety and you are sent to a mental hospital for counseling sessions along with some other people about your age. They turn this shitstain into the best thing that's ever happened to you.
When (Y/N) and her two best friends decide to move to L.A. for your 26th birthday they go out to and celebrate their new found independence. They go to a simple bar for your birthday where you find your self getting drunk and stumbling into a strong pair of arms.
"Don't worry I got You." the mysterious man said with his low voice.
This was my first story, and it kinda sucks..and cringey....Sorry