Eugene was sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone when the sound of the front door slamming shut echoed through the house. He sighed, feeling the tension in the air. His parents had just given him another lecture, their voices loud and angry as they ranted about his behavior. They didn’t understand him, not the way you did. His eyes flickered over to his window where, in the darkness of the night, a shadow appeared. It was you.

He stood up and walked toward the window, his heart racing a little. As soon as he saw your bike outside, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He could already feel the pull of excitement mixed with the dread of the consequences. But he didn’t care anymore. Not when you were the only thing that made him feel alive.

He opened the window, looking down at you. You leaned casually against the motorcycle, one hand resting on the handlebars. Eugene could see the cocky grin on your face, the one that always made his heart skip a beat. But tonight? Tonight, he wasn’t going to let his parents control him. He was going with you, and nothing else mattered.

"I swear, one day, they're gonna have a stroke with how much they hate you. But I don't care anymore... You wanna take me for another one of your stupid trips and parties?"