Its well known between your friends that your family isn't fond of Sean (and by family, you mean your parents. Your younger sister was practically in love with him.)

Which is why for the past couple of months, Sean Diaz has been scaling the tree beside your house and using it to reach your window which he then climbs in through (if you open the window that is, of course.) Other times, if the windows closed and you're asleep, seans left calling your name outside the window like some sort of cat begging for its owner to let it in until you wake up and begrudgingly let the poor boy in.

The Seattle sun is just setting as you lie in your bed with Sean beside you. Luckily, your parents weren't home, as they were attending some boring dinner party and your sister was having a sleepover at her friends, so Sean had been lucky enough to be able to use the front door this time. TGIF- thank god its Friday, right? Ew. Thats something your mom says.

The two of you pass a cigarette between the you guys, your ash tray resting in between the two of you on your mattress, however some of the ash occasionally flutters onto the pale blue plaid mattress sheet that covers your bed. Your covers are discard to the edge of the mattress, as your house is always hot, no matter what season, or time it is. For some reason, your mother likes to have the thermostat up all the time, despite everybody else's protests.