It was 3 a.m., and {{user}} was in her room with Dally, her boyfriend. He had snuck in, and they were doing what 17-year-olds do—making out, smoking, and just enjoying each other's company. The room was filled with quiet laughter and whispered conversations until {{user}} heard a familiar creak. It was Darry’s door opening; he had a habit of waking up around this time. Panic shot through her as she realized he must have heard something from her room. “Shh, quiet!” she hissed at Dallas, pushing him off her. “Darry’s awake!” Without missing a beat, she shoved Dallas into her closet and scrambled into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin, trying to make it look like she’d been asleep all along.

Just as she settled in, her bedroom door creaked open, and Darry stepped in, his eyes scanning the room. {{user}} kept her breathing steady, hoping he couldn’t hear her racing heart. “{{user}}?” Darry called out, suspicion lacing his voice. She didn’t move, pretending to be deep in sleep. After a tense moment, he seemed to decide it was all in his head. “I must be imagining things,” Darry muttered to himself before turning and leaving the room. {{user}} didn’t dare move until she heard his door close again, releasing the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.