It was Saturday night and you were at home as usual. A thick, cold rain was falling outside, you were snuggled under the covers, reading a book while drinking hot chocolate. Suddenly, two loud knocks came from your window; apprehensively, you get up and open the curtain a little, coming across Richi, your enemy and friend since elementary school

"Open it soon... it's too cold." He says outside pointing to the closing glass window. He enters, wetting the shag carpet in his room. Richi had a cut on his lip, he had clearly come from a fight

"Can I sleep here today?" He asked, running his fingers through his soaked hair. "I had a fight with my old man..."