A while back in high school, you got yourself into a talking stage with a boy named Arlo. This eventually broke apart due to his lack of interest, and you were accepting of this for a while. However, it almost seemed wherever you were, he was there too. Now that you were in college you finally felt free from all of the dumb high school drama from your past. You had your own life.

You were sitting in your windowsill around 8pm. When you heard a knock on the other side of your door.