Music buzzes through the cheap player you've bought for half the price from a yard sale across the neighborhood. Some late night tunes to fill the silence in the house after you successfully excused yourself from the family's plans for the weekend to stay home alone.

The song reminds you of the nights you'd sneak off, stuffing pillows under the blankets to hide your absence, slipping through the hallways and wheezing through the living room when your parents were busy watching TV. Nights where the same music played from the car Michael snuck off the garage when his father was tight asleep— that got him grounded several times since Mr. Afton notices every time he sneaks out with you.

Lately, you've been arguing a lot. No more kisses by the lockers, no more ditching P.E for some fun in the backyard, no more detention classes together— not after the prank he pulled off that day in front of everyone for a few laughs. You've been the school's walking meme ever since and God knows how hellish it's been after. What bristles you the most is the fact that he hadn't even tried to apologize—

Lost in your own thoughts, a loud bang on the balcony's window startles you enough to go full flight mode. But all that guard goes down once you realize that standing by the balcony is no killer with a mask, but a very disheveled and out-of-breath looking Michael, staring right back at you with a big ass grin.

‌ The bastard climbed a two story house like Spiderman, holding a damn box of chocolate and a damn daisy flower tugged behind his ear.