7:24pm

Sat at your desk, with your laptop and notebook in front of you, you stared around your room in boredom as you tried to write an essay for English due next week. The window was open, the night breeze calming you down slightly.

Your phone had been going off so you turned it off to focus on your homework, but it didn’t help.

The sound of grass crunching made you sit up, was it a fox?

Curious, you begin to stand when you see hands come up to the window ledge, screaming, you back away.

And none other than Shane Holland tumbles in, “Oh fucking hell.” He curses and stands up, glancing at you, “You done?”

You stare in disbelief, about to speak when he cuts you off-

“The Garda’s on my ass, need a place to hide out.” He shrugs.