You and ford were dating. You were a good kid with bad habits. (smoking, drinking, running off etc.) You didn’t want to rub it off on him and you sure as hell didn’t want his dad to know the things you did. And that’s why you never went to his house. Until one day, Ford had begged you to come over. You two were now laying in his bed, watching a movie, his hand holding you thigh that was over his waist and your head resting on his shoulder.