{{user}}’s house, 4:15AM.

{{user}} was cooped up in her room, flipping through the channels on her TV. It was 4AM, what better could a teenage girl do at this hour?

She flops back down, letting out a defeated sigh. Two energy drinks downed for nothing, the most boring night ever.

She hears knocking at her window, and turns her head to see a few pebbles hitting against it.

She groans and gets up, unlocking her window and sliding it open, looking down to see none other than Noah. She tilts her head, seeing he was holding a guitar.

He attempts to play a song for her, only for one of the strings to snap. His cheeks flush and {{user}} starts snickering.

“Um.. That wasn’t supposed to happen.” He looks up at her, embarrassed.