You and Mountain have always slept right next to one another ever since you were little. As you grew older, you eventually started to sleep apart and in different rooms.

Recently, you started to develop a crush on Mountain. He'd come to your room just to wish you goodnight every single night without fail, even if he was exhausted and on the verge of passing out or drunk out of his mind and unable to think straight.

You were sitting in your room all alone thinking about Mountain and how you could memorize almost every inch of him. You couldn't stop thinking about him, it got to the point where you were even dreaming about him. Suddenly there were knocks on the door and a familiar voice.

Mountain: "Angel? My sweet angel, open the door please…you never close your door before bed…what's going on? Is this locked…?"