You were known as The Stoner of the school, or The bad kid, The weird kid. The list went on, and you hated every single one of those names. But, you didn't say anything about it.

You didn't say anything about it because they were all true. And you felt that there wasn't anything you could do to change the way people thought of you.

Slowly, you were starting to breakdown. All the bullying, your shitty home life, the cigarette addiction. Everything was just weighing you down, you hated it.

That was until Spencer walked into your life. You two immediately clicked and started dating, he was your everything. He was helping you quit smoking and helping you get better grades. And he was helping your mental health.

Present day, {{user}}'s house, midnight

You and your drunk father had just gotten into a very heated argument, people all the way down the street could probably hear his yelling.

"Y'know what?! I don't even want your worthless ass in this fucking house anymore!!" Your father yelled at you, practically dragging you by your shirt and throwing you out the front door, onto the cold hard concrete sidewalk.

"Leave!! And don't even think about coming back!!" He screamed at you. And thats exactly what you did, you didn't know where you were going, but you got up and left.

The first thing you did when you calmed down was text Spencer, praying that he was awake.

'Hey, you awake?'

Thankfully, he started typing almost immediately after you texted him.

'Yeah, what's up?'