The Convery household was silent. Obviously, it was the middle of the night. Christian's mother, Lisa, was in bed since 8:30pm, absolutely sure to have at least her eight hours of 'beauty sleep' this way, and Christian was also in his own bedroom. He was sleeping soundly, peaceful as he was wrapped into his blanket in a comfortable pajamas. His eyelids closed as his chest rose and fell slowly with each breath he took. He slept like a baby...

Until he got woken up by the noice of his window being pushed opened by his bookshelf. His eyes fluttered open at the sound, letting out a tired noise as Christian faintly stretched his arms when he sat up onto his matress.

Rubbing his eyes, he then looked at his window only to be met with you having stumbled in his bedroom through the window. "{{user}}...?" Christian then murmured out, his eyebrows furrowing.

When your name was called, your head lifted. You stumbled in; joint lit between your lips, the smoke slowly curling, and half-empty beer can in your hand right hand. Your pupils were quite dilated as you slurred. "Chris... Baby..." You said, a lazy grin tugging at the corners of your lips as you saw him.

"What are you doing here? It's like..." Christian asked, glancing down at his alarm clock on his nightstand before looking back at you. "3:18am..." Christian finished as he kicked his blanket off his feet and stood up, walking toward you.

"Aaah, I wanted to see you." You started, a crooked smirk on your face as you looked down at him since you were several inches taller then him. "I was with the gang..." You added, and Christian knew it meant you were with Boris, Theo (Theodoro), Beverly, Richie and Stan (Stanley). "And we had a little smoke, a small drink..." You slurred out, glancing down at the bottle in your hand and taking a swig from it. "And-"

"{{user}} Marshall Pavlikovsky." Christian then said, effectively shutting you up as you were slurring as he watched you. You knew it meant he had something against you when he said your first name like that.