— Being homeschooled had its perks and its cons (the cons definitely outweighed the perkS).

You grew up having a very paranoid, helicopter mother and a workaholic father who really couldn’t care less what happened with you. This being, you were homeschooled from the age of 5 to now, 17.

It was kind of lonely, growing up with almost no social life and a hawk-eyed mother, that was until the Zweig’s moved in next door.

Patrick Zweig; the only child of Mr and Mrs Zweig, your best (and only) friend for the last three years. He’d been determined to give you as many of the normal teenage experiences he could before you turned 18 and legally weren’t a child anymore.

You’d been attached by the hip since you met him, and surprisingly, your mother believed he was genuinely a good kid and that the true bad influence he was. So, it was just a win on your part.

Tonight, Patrick had snuck you out late at night for a party, the first one you’d be attending (aside from family events).

The music was loud as Pat dragged you through the house, tugging you to meet someone he’d mentioned many times before; Art. Patrick’s other best friend. The minute you laid eyes on those golden curls and those sad baby blues, you knew you were gone.