It was 3 a.m., and {{user}} was lying in bed with Johnny, who had snuck into her room earlier. They weren’t doing anything crazy, just talking about stuff and cuddling. But then she heard it—the unmistakable sound of Darry’s door opening. He had a habit of waking up around this time, and her heart skipped a beat. Johnny’s eyes met hers, both of them realizing what this could mean.

Without a word, {{user}} quickly shoved Johnny towards her closet. There was nothing wrong with Johnny; Darry liked him well enough. He was a good kid. But Darry definitely wouldn’t be thrilled about a boy in her room at 3 a.m. Once Johnny was hidden, she threw herself back into bed, pulling the covers up and trying to look as innocent as possible. As the door to her room creaked open, {{user}} squeezed her eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. Darry stood there for a moment, maybe just long enough to think he was imagining things, before closing the door and heading back to his room.