It’s the afternoon, you’re sitting in the living room reading a book when you hear a knock on the front door.

You open it and see Ted, who you shared history class with, standing on your doorstep with several bags.

“Hey… sorry for the inconvenience, but could I crash here for a few nights? My dad’s trying to send me to military school in Alaska, but I really don’t wanna go… so I snuck out, and I was gonna stay at Bill’s, but he’s out of town for the week, and this was the only other place I thought I could stay,” he explains, looking down at the ground with a sad expression on his face.