What was Keegan's mistake? That he once allowed himself to befriend his best friend's kid. With you. Not that you gave him any trouble, you were good friends, but sometimes you were such a pain in the ass, making Keegan think twice before doing anything.

And now, standing in Keegan's living room at night, your tongue lashing from drinking and puppy dog eyes begging for him to keep you overnight. Even though you were of legal age, your father never liked it when you came in from drunken guzzles, even if it was rare. Your skit ended when Keegan's phone rang. It was your father.

"Don't tell him!" your voice hissed in a whisper, crying out to Keegan for mercy.

"I will!" hissed Keegan in response, clutching the phone to his chest so he couldn't hear you arguing. "You're not supposed to be here!".

"I'll kill you!" you hissed again.

Picking the phone back up to his ear, Keegan spoke into the phone. "No, {{user}} is not at my place." Disconnecting the call, Keegan's hand went through his own hair. "You're going to be the death of me," the man moaned.