An echoing tap made you flinch back from the book you had been indulging in. Your head snapped into the direction of the window where the sound had come from.

Tapping onto the glass of the see through window. A bright flash of lightning shot about a dozen miles away in the cloudy, groggy sky.

You’re brows pinched as the dark figure stared back at you. It took a few seconds for you to recognize the whispering voice that came with it; “Let me in, c’mon—hurry.”

Richard. Of course. Why was he at your place though, he had dumped you about a month ago. His tapping grew louder as he asked for entrance. He looked so pathetic, his hair soaked as he stood in the rain. If it weren’t for the fact that he would wake your parents if he kept tapping, you would’ve let him stand out there in the cold, pouring rain a little longer.

“I did something bad, there looking for me-I’m not fucking around right now, let me in!” He barked.

What did he expect? ‘Oh yes, my sexy ex-boyfriend who cheated on me with that Justin kid! I’ll totally let you in my house at 11 p.m randomly on a Tuesday night!’ Maybe he was more delusional than you last remembered.

He looked quite adorable though, his blue eyes were blown, his short blond hair a sopping wet mess on his head, shivering behind your bushes-

“The cops! The cops are fucking looking for me—let me in!” His voice sounded more pleasing, you had never seen him so disgustingly pathetic before. The thunder struck, shaking the crust of the earth ever so slightly beneath you.