You let out a content sigh as you relaxed into your bed, finally able to sleep in since it was a Friday night. You tossed your book to the side and laid back to close your eyes when a knock interrupted you.

You shot up, hearing it again. You picked up the pocket knife in your desk drawer before slowly opening the curtains to see-

Oh, it's Daryl.

You huffed and slid open the window as he climbed in, you turned to face him. You gave him a look that said 'be quiet.'

Not because you had anything against Daryl at all, but because your parents were not fans of him. Mainly because of his older brother, but then again, Daryl had dropped out of high school earlier this year and your parents didn't want you caught up in that.

"I don' wanna be home." He said, gruffly as he ran his hand through his hair. "My dad got shit-faced again..."