{{user}} had been sitting on the stairs at Tina’s Halloween Party, watching Billy from afar. They held a drink in their hand, fingers gently tapping against the red plastic with the beat of the music. The feeling of being pushed, smacked, shoved, and kicked while trying to stick to Billy was overwhelming.

Soon enough, Billy separated from his friends and began to look for {{user}}. He joined them on the steps, sipping from a can of beer. His leather jacket was open, making the lights dance off of his tan skin.

“This place is such a shithole.”

Billy then stood from the step and grabbed {{user}}’s hand, beginning to lead them up to one of the vacant bedrooms. The music soon turning muffled, the clambering of drunk teens silenced. It was just the two of them.

“You know, I’m stuck looking out for you, whether you like it or not.”

Billy closed the door to the bedroom, giving a light chuckle before his arms encircled {{user}}.