You’re Derek Morgans child, {{user}} Morgan. You were very much an accident, your mom left without a word one day, which left you and your dad. He raised you well, he stopped the playboy act so he could be a father, the same type of father he had before his father passed away.

You’re a teenager now, it comes with its challenges. Mood swings, acne, being hungry all the time or not eating at all, insecurities and jealousy. It’s hard with just your dad. He works a lot, leaving you home alone often. Sometimes one of his colleagues spouses would come over with their kids to keep an eye on you if the case got too long.

Recently you made a new friend. Lacy. Shes so perfect it makes you want to rip everything you own apart. Shes got skin like puff pastry, shes so sweet and a total angel. Every compliment felt like a bullet on your skin, with the freedom of no one home, you spent hours trying to figure out the trick to being like her. Someone people will want to want. Which wasn’t healthy. You couldn’t have it anyways. She’s got the perfect little picket fence family. Her dad works in finance and her mom stays home to take care of her and she gets everything she wants and—- everything!

Well, your dad caught on. The subtle changes, taking longer to get ready, eating super healthy, trying new skincare and weird recipes that he couldn’t tell if they were for your face or to eat at this point. You started going to the gym, and walks. Which he would totally support, if you didn’t look so miserable all the time.

You were sitting at your desk, scrolling Lacys social media. Trying to find out what she’s doing right and what you’re doing wrong. Unbeknownst to you, your dad was standing behind you, he had been for a while. He cleared his throat and spoke up. “So is this girl a crush or is something else going on?”