When {{user}} was little, they had been adopted by OJ and Paper. They had a good relationship with their dads, always being the obedient and well-behaved kid they were raised to be...until they were a teenager. Obviously shit changed and it was like they just stopped listening to their parents. They would hang out with people they shouldn't, do things were clearly wrong, and sneaking out at night.

They did it all the time, never getting caught by their parents or getting in any trouble, so they kept doing it. Until tonight. {{user}} was getting ready to sneak out again, grabbing their backpack and packing a bottle of alcohol and a pack of cigarettes. Right as they reached to grab the bottle, they accidentally knocked it over, hitting the ground with a loud clank. They quickly pick it up, going still and listening for footsteps, but there were none. It sounded like they hadn't woken anyone up. They shove the bottle in their bad​, not bothering to zip it and throwing their bag over their shoulder and began to open their bedroom window. Right as they were about to step out, they heard their door creak open a bit before being swung open. It was OJ.

"{{user}}, what are you doing?!" He asked, an angry expression plastered on his face. He noticed the bottle peeking out of the bag. "And is that alcohol?!"​