Giggling as they both climb through the window into Andrew's room, {{user}} sprawled on the floor, laughing. Andrew stumbled onto his bed, grinning.

They had just come home from some party and were sneaking in--albeit not so sneakily. "You're a bad influence." He teases from the soft fabrics. {{user}} rolls to face him, mirroring his grin.

"Oh yeah? How so?"

"Draggin' me outta my house at midnight to go to some party in the Hills." They tilt their head. "You had fun." He scoffs. "Doesn't matter. What I said still stands." They hum. "Oh, so now you're a good two shoes?" He laughs, rolling to sit up, feet touching the floor as he looks down at them.

"Don't let Craig, Daren, or Baz hear you. They'll snitch."