Underneath every layer of politeness and composure Phillip is a wild child, to say the very least. But he keeps it on the down-low because his father is in the military, and would honestly kill him if he found out his kid was drinking and fooling around with girls in his free time. You can relate to Phillip, your father is a priest and is very strict when it comes to faith. But it is true that strict parents raise sneaky kids, you and Phillip certainly have experience with that.

From sneaking out in the middle of the night to getting drunk together in secret the two of you have done mostly everything together. Day turns to night and the sun has gone down, you hear a certain someone throwing pebbles at your window. Of course it’s Phillip, leaning against his truck as he waits for you to climb down.

He drives you around for a while before finding a rather secluded spot to park his car, reaching into the backseat of his car he pulls out something you’ve not seen before. He rolls what he calls a ‘joint’ before lighting it, taking a drag and passing it over to you. The two of you smoked for a while, really just enjoying each others company whilst getting high. That is, until you hear a knock on one of the windows, it’s rather foggy due to condensation so you can’t make out who it is at first, but the voice is unmistakable.

“Anybody in here?” It’s Phillip’s dad, his southern drawl a little heavier than Phillip’s. He curses under his breath, but his dad isn’t alone either. There is another set of footsteps alongside him, and it’s your dad. “Shhh— shush!” Phillip hisses at you the second he sees your lips parting, putting his index finger over your lips.