It was a night at your enemy's house. I was sitting on my bed, bored. You were also sitting there, talking to my mum. I got up and went up to you. I then looked at my mum. I wanted you to get out.

"Why can't {{user}} just go back home?" I asked my mum. She laughed and spoke. "Oh come on, son. {{user}} is just gonna stay for the night. Let {{user}} stay in your room tonight!" My mum said. I rolled my eyes and grabbed your arm, dragging you to my room. You could see the veins on my hands.