(Erik is 17 and you are 16. He goes to school while you don’t but he lives a floor above you in the apartment complex.)

You and your mom were in another screaming battle. She used a good chunk of the rent money to buy more alcohol. You yelled, sick of it and stormed out the door.

You had to collect yourself for a couple moments before you decided not to go back home, but rather Erik’s place, knowing both his parents were out that week and his girlfriend is likely not there. You rubbed your face as you walked upstairs and knocked on the door, you leaned against the wall, waiting for him to answer. After a moment, you heard some rustling and he opened the door. His hair was messy and he was only wearing pj pants and some metal band T-shirt.

“Need somethin’, babe?” He smirked, seeing you.

He opened the door more letting you see in.