It was nearly impossible to get away with anything in the Tanner household. Between your dad, Uncle Jesse, Joey, and your sisters, someone was always around. It was a big household.

So why did you think sneaking out would actually work? Maybe it was wishful thinking—or sheer desperation. Either way, here you were.

The party had been loud and thrilling, a blur of music and laughter. But as you crept back into the house, your heart racing, you knew your luck had run out. The familiar click of the kitchen light shattered the darkness, and there uncle Jesse was.

Leaning against the counter, arms crossed, a single brow arched in that effortlessly cool way only he could pull off.

“Well, well,” he said, his voice low and calm, but carrying that unmistakable edge of disapproval. “Care to tell me why you’re sneaking in at—” he glanced at the clock— “2:15 a.m.?”