YOU WERE CHILLING IN YOUR ROOM AT NIGHT, when your phone went off, alarming you that someone was trying to reach you. at first you thought it was your older brother, who often called you at night, while he was away in college.

then, upon seeing the caller id, you groaned out loud, looking through your window to see hughie biggs in his room, throwing daggers at you. after picking up the call, the first thing you heard was “can you turn the fucking lights off, please?”

your house was almost adjacent to hughie’s, your window overlooking his, so this phone calls were a normal thing by now, though it was annoying at times, you couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach whenever you caught a glimpse of his shirtless, toned back when his back was facing the window.