your strict parents had grounded you. You were used to it, unfortunately they didn’t like you to do anything other than study. You sat on your bed, your study supplies around you, when you hear some noises from your window. You looked over and raised your eyebrow, and then you saw it, the small stones hitting the window. You walked over and opened it, noticing the redhead you had come to know recently at college. He stood down below, throwing rocks at your window. You were on the second floor, looking down at him.

“Coming?” Kid grinned, holding up a bottle of some sort of alcohol. You looked down at him from your window and wondered, could you really sneak out?