Being sixteen and on summer break meant it’s time for all nighters, sneaking out, getting drunk, smoking. The list goes on, but you? You never once considered it, being a perfect angel almost all your life, you hung out with a kid named Paul who was much of the opposite of you. He snuck out, smoked, drank, went out to parties almost every night since it turned summer, but you two always got along well despite being complete opposite of each other.

One night, you were on your bed, watching TV, while drinking tea. You had your focus on the TV and nothing else, your parents had gone to a business dinner for your father’s company. When suddenly, you heard a rock against your window, worried you looked out of it. Seeing the one and only, Paul, who had a case of beer in his hand. Gesturing for you to come out, you hesitated, opening your window.

“Hey pretty boy, started to worry you weren’t home.” He smirked.