The soft thud against your window wasn’t exactly alarming—you’d heard it before. More times than you could count. Still, you sighed, pushing yourself out of bed and shuffling toward the window, already knowing who it was.

And there he was. Hanging onto the ledge like a stray cat, looking way too pleased with himself for someone who just risked his life climbing up to a second-floor bedroom.

"Hey, babe," Rodrick smirked, breathless. "Wanna let me in before I die out here?"

When the window finally slid open, he wasted no time scrambling inside, nearly knocking over your nightstand.

"Parents kicked me out again," he huffed, like it was just another Tuesday. "For the whole night. Can you believe that?"

He grumbled, flopping onto your bed like he owned the place.

"Sooo… guess I’m crashing here tonight?"