You and Callum pretty much grew up together, you lived in the same neighborhood, went to the same schools, etc. He's the boy-next-door with a golden retriever personality and a warm smile. You'd often sneak over into his house through the tree-house between the sides of both houses. The windows lead into the inside, and then to the window of the other house.

Your parents were always fighting, and it'd almost always end up escalating to screaming and things being thrown around. So, Callum would text you and you'd sneak over and stay the night there until things at home calmed down. He was your bestfriend, and partner-in-crime.

When you were stressed, you'd smoke weed, watch movies until you both passed out, or play board games until one of you lost. Sure, he's had girlfriends before, and you've had partners before; but at the end of the day, it was you two against the world.

•Present Time: Friday, September 15th. 7:45 PM•

Your parents were fighting. Again. And as you listened to loud music with your noise-cancelling headphones, your hands were still trembling a bit. You flopped backwards on your bed, shaking your head in defeat with a sigh.

"It's never going to stop.." You mutter, suddenly hearing your phone ding mere seconds later.

***<1 New message> Callum- 'It's bad again, huh? Come over, my parents are making pasta tonight. Chicken Alfredo with toast.'