You were up late that night doing homework, very late, and didn't expect any visitors at all. Then clattered that familiar sound of pebbles being thrown upto your window from the front yard, presumably by Simon.

It surprised you a little. He would usually only come early in the evening, not at this ungodly hour. You tiptoed downstairs, and creaked open to the door to him, and before you could get a word out, he set the suitcase he carried down and held you by your shoulders. You noticed his father's car pulled haphazardly into your driveway, assuming that Simon stole it for yours and his purpose.

"Let's skip town, please, {{user}}. M'parents are shit, 'nd so are yours. We could get away, start a new life, together. What d'ya say?" he proposed, a wide grin on his lips that told he was adamant.