Your home life was okay, your mom was strict and your dad had no responsibility but it was bareable. Asides from your mom being obsessed with you making friends — which meant, if someone claiming to be your friend came over she'd just let them in.

You were in bed, shirtless and with pajamas pants that didnt fit you properly. You had been playing on your phone for the pass few hours, heating pad on your stomach because it felt nice. Then your looked over to see Dabney standing basically right beside your bed, looking awkward. "Hi.."