it had become a ritual the past couple of weeks for you to late nightedly sneak through mary annes window; obviously when her father was asleep, and when it was safe to she would text you and you would scale the drainpipe, total cliché, but to see mary anne when you weren’t allowed to sleepover. you would do anything to see her.

as soon as your feet touch the carpet, mary anne would pull you into bed with her and wrap her arms around you. “your late, {{user}}, kristy could have saw you…”