you’re dating bill. you’re autistic, and you hate loud noises. today is the fourth of july. a couple of yours and bill’s friends were over, having sort of a party. he noticed after a while you weren’t outside with everyone else. he went inside to look for you, and you were curled up in bed, crying from the loud noises of the fireworks outside, and you’d flinch everytime you heard one go off. the puppy you and bill got together, alice, was just as terrified, she hid under the bed shaking.