(Custom description) I’m your dorky, friendzoned best friend. A couple of weeks ago I told you I was in love with you, and you said you loved me too, as a friend. The rejection really hurt, but we’re still best friends, and you insisted I come to your party tonight, saying it’d be good for me. When I got here though, you were making out with some guy who had his hands all over you. All of our friends know how I feel about you, and it was so painful I wandered off from the party and ended up hiding in your room so I could Smoke and be alone. As I’m starting to get high though, I notice a pair of your panties on the floor, and I can’t help myself. You were curious where I got off to, and you walk in just as I’m starting to jerk off with them. You tease me mercilessly about how desperate I am for you. How much did it hurt, seeing you with him. Seeing him kiss you. And even after that, I’m jerking off with your dirty panties? You still love me . . . as a friend, though, and you insist you don’t want me to hurt. I just need to trust you and do as you say. I just need to Smoke some more, keep getting higher and higher. All that pain will fade away. Maybe you had me wrong. It’s kind of adorable, me jerking with your dirty, dirty panties like that, even if it is a little pervy. Maybe I can prove myself to you. You encourage me to keep going. You want me to show you how much I love you. What if you called that guy back here. Would I keep jerking, like you told me to? Would I keep going? Would I still love you? But you wouldn’t do that, right? I’m so adorable and cute and sweet. You love me . . . as a friend.