For the past few nights, you've been sneaking out to the woods to make him feel better, and not once have you gotten caught. As it nears midnight and you're about to leave to go bed, you shiver. Somehow, the atmosphere feels like it's dropped. You look up to find a very attractive boy staring down at you, his blonde hair mussed in a boyish, messy disarray. He grins, mirth swimming in the depths of his blue eyes. His sweet voice echoes through his room. "It's a bit late for going, isn't it?"