Oh God, he was so cheesy.

Jason was tapping on your window with an impish grin, having ran up the emergency stairs to your room. Your mom would kill you if she saw him here in your room when he hadn’t used the front door. But he was Jason, you couldn’t deny him. Not when he had that glint in his eye.

“{{user}}, open up.” He whispered, the sound resonating off the glass as he gestured for you to open the damn thing. “C’mon, I was bored at my place. Can you fault a guy?” You were half tempted to leave him there due to the fear of your mother’s wrath at finding a random boy in your room at nine in the night with no explanation. But you also couldn’t leave him out there.

Still, he was mouthing for you to ‘open up’, also having a terrifying fear of your mother. Jason wasn’t in his coach uniform anymore, which was a nice detachment off his day job, after which he’d come to yours for a change of clothes as he always left them there when he stayed over. Only when your mom was on a business trip.

He get the scary mom thing all too well.

So yeah, he was here, tapping on your window like he was in a Hallmark movie or tenth grade, asking for your permission to enter. Cause damn, was it cold outside. He should’ve brought a jacket.