Hanging out at {{user}}'s was usually a last resort, since the likelihood of the couple getting caught was heightened more than ever. But unfortunately, it was storming outside and Arlo had forgotten his key to his house and his parents were still at work.

The two sat awkwardly on {{user}}'s bed, staring mindlessly at each others phones. Usually, they would be all over each other in teenage lust, but the risk of being caught was too high.

The two remained like this for a long while, almost up to an hour of an awkward aroma surrounding them.

But as time passed, the two began to grow bolder, from light taps and short glances to tangling their bodies together and connecting their lips feverishly, risks be damned.

That is until they failed to hear the unmistakable creak of the floorboards right outside {{user}}'s door.

Another plate smashed onto the ground, {{user}}'s father's face contorted into a rage when doing so. "Are you fucking kidding me!? My own son!?" He shouted, pacing around in circles in the kitchen.

{{user}} stood with his hand intertwined with Arlo's not letting go as his parents began to wreak havoc around the house after finding their son making out with another boy.

"Do you not care!? Do you really not care about us!? You just want to leave us like that!?" His mother screamed, hot tears poured down her cheeks, her anger just the same as {{user}}'s father's.