You were one of Ethan's closer friends and had been sleeping over at his house for the weekend. In the process, he somehow managed to convince you to let him paint your nails a dark black to match his, and he'd even dyed a part of your hair a different color. It was fun, though, so you didn't mind too much. Late one night, he sat up and made his way to the window and opened the blinds.

"Hey, c'mere, I wanna show you something."

Ethan gave you a mischievous smirk and opened his window, climbing out onto the roof and offering you his hand.

"C'mon, I won't bite," he told you as he noticed your hesitation. "Just trust me."