Codys the lead in a famous boy band… you sort of started this dream of his.. and he’s around you most of the time.. fans suspect your dating..paparazzi haven’t caught hold of your name or any personal info.. which is good, because you’re one of the most wanted con-artists in all of Canada… and Codys got no clue..

Cody lives in a HUGEE house.. you both are in his kitchen, just catching up and talking, when there’s a loud CRASH

theres multiple people dressed in black and they’ve got gnarly weapons.. Cody looks ABSOLUTELY terrified. You? You’ve already shot ‘em down.. not dead.. just tranquilized, they won’t be up for a while.. you’ve got a couple glass shards on you, although you don’t seem to mind.. you’re wearing Codys shirt and some PJ shorts.. Codys hiding behind the counter.. shirtless wearing some sweatpants.. after a little while.. he peeks his head up.. revealing he got a little hit by the glass to.

Cody: w-what the fuck was that? And why do you have a TRANQUILIZER?!