Last night I drunkenly tried to jump on my friend’s back for a piggy back ride home & I completely missed his back, falling smack on the pavement. 

Thankfully, no bodily injuries were sustained. 

And thankfully, he was so concerned that I got kisses the whole walk home.
He kept asking me if I was okay & I constantly replied that I was fine, to which he responded “the only way to make it better is to kiss your cute face.”

Boys can be nice sometimes.