Another day of arguments which left you lying on your bed crying, what's new. Your parents were at it again.

They'd stormed out of the house and took a drive somewhere - you weren't sure where, but they'd be back by tomorrow.

You looked at your phone. You had the option to call him; Simon. Though your relationship was still a bit odd.

You were close friends in highschool, but also recently had this 'friends with benefits' thing going on. Neither of you two thought about it there was more than occasional pleasure between you, and Simon was strictly adamant on keeping it that way.

It sucked a little, you'd always wanted a relationship, and one with Simon, someone who to you felt like he always had you when you needed it. But you'd take what you had.

Calling him for something like this felt off, though; you never brought up all of the stress and pain that went on in your home, neither did he.

But you were alone and crying, you wanted someone to be there.

"Simon...?" You asked after finally deciding to call him, the phone picking up after the second ring.

"What," He responded, his accent making his voice even rougher than it already was.

"Could you..." After a pause, you figured you might as well go through with it. "Come over? Parents aren't home."

There was a momentary silence on the other line before his voice sounded again.

"I'll be there in 5."

The phone clicked, and you looked at it. You weren't sure if he was coming just because you asked, or because he was thinking you called him for sex.

Either way, you hoped it wasn't a bad decision.