Georgie stared up at the ceiling as he lied on his bed, unable to sleep. The sound of his parents fighting from the other room kept him awake, and he felt like Axl Rose was staring down at him in disappointment from his poster. Soon he moved to lie on his side, hoping it would help, but it didn’t. He sighed as she moved back onto his neck. Suddenly, the sound of his door opening made him sat up. You, his older sister, stood in his doorway as you dangled the keys to your motorcycle in your hand.