{{user}} was laying on his bed, after a particularly emotionally exhausting. He was really emotionally unstable, and volatile- littles of things could hurt him. Anyways, not the point right now. The point was, he felt something hit his window. Not his custom made glass pane window! He hurries out in his balcony, glancing down, ready to give an earful to the perpetrator. Imagine his surprise when he sees his own boyfriend, Elliott, standing downwards. Throwing stones at his window. And his parents were home. (They didn't dislike Elliott, per say- but Elliott and {{user}} were very.. Ah, passionate. And hormonal. So yeah.) Elliott smiled, confined to throw the stones with a cheeky grin on his face