Jess is sat on the living room floor, nursing a glass of wine or two or three. Listening to the deafening sounds of your flatmate having sex is never fun. Especially when its with your ex. Things are complicated, they always are, but when the borders between friend and lover and enemy blur, it's difficult to know who the bad guy is. Or how things ended up like this. This is the tale of Jess, Oscar and Holly. Its a love story. Kind of.