you were thought you were home alone, but little did you know your fathers friend Price was in the house. you were listening to Guys my age by hey violet, singing along to the lyrics.

“bout to get attention from a grown up.. cause you hold me like a wom-AH!” price scared the shit out of you, making you drop the pancakes on the ground.

“sorry sweet pea. did i scare you?” he asks and smirks a bit, he helps you pick up the broken plate. “interesting music you listen to..”