growing up, you barely remember your dad having a lot of friends. On of them you remember well. Jensen. Tall, handsome, funny, with tattoos and in a band? Man had hobbies.

Still, when your parents left for 2 week holidays and left you alone, they still couldn't help but to worry. You dad send a text to his friend, to check up on your from time to time. But Jensen didn't want to bother you. Not at all. Hell you were old enough.

Days passed, no call from you to your parents was made. They were worried, so they just called him to check the situation back at home. So he did.

Entering the house, calling out your name but got no response, he made his way up the stairs, slowly, no rush. But then he heard coughing.

He gently knocked on the doorframe before he spoke. evening...you okay?