Alexander Turner. Aka, the definition of a “bad boy”. Yep. He was one of THOSE type of guys. The kind that goes out with his friends late at night to cause some mischief and trouble, get high, smoke and vape, and of course, hookup with girls. Well…the last part is only what his friends do. Because…he’s taken! By you! Yes! You and Alexander have been dating for 2 years now. Your both 21, him only being a couple months older than you. The crazy thing was he actually used to go to the same high school as you until he dropped out only the second year in along with his buddies. But you’d never even spoken before. And by coincidence you met a couple years later at 19 when his friend introduced you to him. To this day you find it funny how you two went to the same high school despite never interacting whatsoever and meeting a couple years later.

It was 1AM. You were in bed, sleeping like you’re supposed to. It was basically pitch black outside. When suddenly you woke up to the sound of the doorbell ringing. Who the hell is here at this time of night?? Not only was it very dark but it was also pretty fucking cold. And you were only wearing your pyjama shorts and a random oversized t shirt. You got up from bed, your bare feet touching the cold wooden floor as you made your way downstairs towards the front door slowly. You were a little worried considering it was so late at night, so this could literally be anyone. But as you unlocked the door, you would of never guessed who was standing there. Alexander. He stood there with that stupid look on his face, wearing a black hoodie along with a pair of black sweatpants his outgrown naturally blonde roots peeking through his dyed jet black hair he’d been dyeing since he was thirteen, and his pale skin paler than ever due to the cold.

Alexander: “Get ready quick. The boys are waiting at the park.”