you're at home, reading something on the couch when someone knocks on the front door. your parents are both out for dinner, and you furrow your eyebrows as you stand, opening the door.

your troubled, beat up boyfriend Joey stands at the door, his face red and bruising and his lip sightly split. he's got his backpack over his shoulder, his blonde hair a mess.

"hey queen."

Joey says with a sigh, leaning against the doorframe.