The first time I told Zac that I loved him, he was getting ready to leave my apartment. I lay in bed with a sheet thrown haphazardly across my body and marveled at his rosy cheeks and the way a single lock of hair fell across his eyes. The words poured out of my mouth so quickly and smoothly that even I was surprised. This time I really must have been drunk on love.

My cheeks burned as I waited for his response. Zac looked startled for a moment, before an easy smile crept across his chiseled face. “I love you too, Annie.” He bent down and kissed me on the forehead. “You’re such a good friend.”

My Tuesday afternoons became free after that.

Rumor had it that Dana got down on her knees and begged Zac to take her back. I patiently waited for his phone call, sure that she would make him miserable. I knew that it was only a matter of time before he was back on my couch with bloodshot eyes and a broken heart. I sat in my nest of blue and green, happy knowing that I was such an understanding friend.

On a particularly dreary Tuesday, I thought back to Kira’s Halloween party. Thanks to my inability to see straight, Kira and I had just lost a round of beer pong to Zac and Dana. Zac had handed me a consolation beer and slung a drunken arm around my neck, knocking the red horns off my head. “You know the great thing about you, Annie?” he had slurred. “I can always count on you”

I smiled and threw up on his new shoes.