It was the middle of the night, and you were supposed to be asleep. But you weren't. You were texting your boyfriend, Rodrick, and making plans to sneak out to this party that his friend was throwing. Of course you had agreed to it, so he had told you that he would be waiting on the street in his van for you.

So, after tugging on your shoes, you cracked your window open and hopped out effortlessly. You ran out to his van, the soles of your shoes making slapping sounds on the concrete sidewalk.

He saw you running, and waved.