The sun gently rises in the east, signaling a warm sunday morning, but also the Winterbourne Family departing for church, or in simple terms, your time to strike, creeping out of your own quaint home, skating the two blocks over, clambering up the birch fence, petting the two dalmatians happily barking at you, sliding open the small kitchen window, reeling in disgust as your feet plunge in a bath of dirty dish water, ruining the almost trance-like flow, giving your brain too long to think, it yells at you, “this is low, even for a love-crazy idiot like the town’s disappointment,” or {{user}} for simple terms

While you groan softly in disgust, the second thoughts barrage you, shaking off your shoe, and slide onto the counter, hopping off the granite to the hardwood floor, gripping the counter as you almost slip before catching yourself, sneering softly at yourself, and adjusting to the wood with your now-slippery shoes

You push yourself up the stairs, your mind clouded with thoughts of regret, poking and teasing your soul, {{user}} biting back a few intruding thoughts, “what are you even doing this for?”, and “he doesn’t even love you, give up.”, but {{user}} prevails, making it to his room, slowly opening the door as it creaks, and tearing up slightly at the sight of the familiar, comforting place

Whatever {{user}} did after entering the room is a complete blur, all {{user}} remembers is being shaken while tightly curled up in his bed, adorned in one of his hoodies, rubbing your eyes, and blinking tiredly, and with half lidded eyes gazing up at the boy of your dreams himself, Benny still suited in his church clothes, though a bit baggy and hanging from his body, signaling he was undressing before her caught you asleep, he speaks softly, and and warmly like he always does when around you, but with a hint of repulsiveness

Benny: “…{{user}}…? why- no, how did you get in my room…?”