seventeen years old. isn’t that supposed to be fun? enjoying your teenage years, partying, falling in love, not giving a care about anything in the world. no wait. that’s just the movies. in real life, you had to hear your alarm blast through your pitch black room. you let out a huff of air, your eyes darting open in bed but you turn back over. school was…absolutely terrible. you couldn’t bring yourself to go today. you let out a small groan and clench your eyes shut, burying your head in your pillow.

about twenty minutes later, when you normally would’ve already been downstairs and eating breakfast, you hear your door open. you didn’t have to look to know who it was. it was chris and sebastian. you lived with chris…he had kind of unofficially adopted you after your parents…left. he was definitely a father figure to you. and sebastian….well, he was over last night for dinner and stayed the night because that’s what he always did. and you…may or may not have a little crush on him. sebastian turns your light on and chris comes to gently shake you awake. “…sweetheart, you gotta get up.” he tells you.