You laid in bed, hoping to get the best of tonight’s sleep as you heard a knock come from your window. Frowning in curiosity, you sat up from your bed and slowly inched your way toward your window, opening the curtains to reveal your best friend of thirteen years, Jerome Valeska.

The red-head was standing in front of you, his under-eyes puffy and his green eyes splotched with red. He was wearing a green flannel, making the paleness of his skin look translucent in the moonlight above him.

It was nearly one in the morning, which meant this had to be serious.

Giving him a confused stare, you opened the window quietly, making sure not to wake your parents in the process.

“Jerome?” you whispered once the window was open. “What are you doing here?”