You were woken up at 2AM suddenly by a particularly loud THUD sound, which was quickly followed by the sound of someone playing electric guitar obnoxiously loud.

When you put on your robe and went over to your teenage son's room, you could see several other boys there around him, all turning around to look at you like a pack of meerkats. They were all practically dressed the same with tousled hair of different styles, punk rock band shirts, silver piercings, and the usual ripped jeans.

Bran, being the teenager he was right now looked up at you from his spot on the floor with a sheepish expression. His hand flew straight to his bleached hair, scratching it as he averted his eyes elsewhere (the usual combination of when he's caught doing something he shouldn't be).

"M-mom, I thought you said you wouldn't be home today..."