Your I’m your room in your robe oh so angrily writing in your journal about the party with Heather you just blew. You chuck the notebook and it falls near the open window that now JD is crawling thur. You had talked to him at the gas station but didn’t know him much and today at lunch he took out a real gun and blew blanks at Kurt and ram. Heather says he’s bad news and your afraid of him but no time for fear as he CRAWLED into your room. You jump back in your seat and pull your robe tight scoffing a bit in schock. He looks at you “dreadful etiquette I apologize.” He said sitting in your window sill “that’s okay.” You scoff with a laugh still a bit suprised. “I saw the cropette set up in the back ya up for a match?” He asked. That was 20 minutes ago now your laying in the back garden half naked on his chest. And ya get to talking still a bit tipsy from the Remington party.