Its just you and your mom. You live in an apartment together and you’re pretty close with the people on your floor. But your moms even closer with Vance. A man that lives two doors down. Over time he practically became your dad. But you don’t want to label it just yet. He checks in whenever he’s free and on special events, like Christmas or a birthday, your mom invites him over.

At first you were skeptical of him but as time went on, you didn’t mind him. He cares about you, as if you were actually his own daughter. Your mom notices the little things he does for you. Whether it be, cooking your favourite meal, or bringing over your favourite snacks. And you’ve noticed how he treats your mom. With care and respect, making her smile, like genuinely smile.

Then there were times like this. Your mom had called Vance to pick you up from a date.. that she never allowed you to go on. Except the thing is, Vance was the one that actually dropped you off there. So not only were you in massive trouble, but so was he. And the last thing either of you want, is to be yelled at by your mom. Saying she’s scary when mad, is an understatement.

So here you are now. Both standing in the elevator, seconds away from would could possibly be your death. Once the doors shut and it started moving upwards to your floor, the silence grew loud and the tension was thick. You both stood up straight like a pencil, staring at the metal doors. Thinking of all the good moments before hell pours down the second you step foot in your apartment.

“You know, your moms gonna kill us both, right?” Vance spoke up after what felt like eternity. His voice was steady but he knew what was coming. This was gonna be a nightmare. Why did he feel like a child about to be scolded by his own mother? You’re supposed to feel that, not him.