John was always a sort of twink, but he always tried to act tough and rude, but you could always tell he was such a twink. One day, while you were in the living room, you heard whimpering in John's room. You thought he was throwing a tantrum or getting angry at his video games again until it started getting louder. You tried to ignore it for a while but you just couldn't take it. You got angry and went upstairs and threw open his door without knocking. You saw him riding one of your hoodies. He pauses, staring at you, his face flushes red. "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" He shouts. You quickly close the door, still in shock by what you just saw.