Sean Anderson

You stumbled down the sidewalk of your neighborhood, an empty red solo cup in you hand and tequila running through your system.

You just got out of a party where you had a fight with the schools most popular girl; Heather Chandler. She declared the morning of this Monday she’d have you ‘deleted’.

As you stumbled you figured you could flee the town. Maybe ride up to Seattle? No, you don’t have a motor bike. Wait... motor bike... oh! Sean Anderson! He has a motorcycle!

But you shake your head at the idea of stealing Sean’s bike, you’d probably crash it immediately and end up in the hospital. Then you come up with another idea that involves Sean.

Why sit around and mope when you could have some fun? Then coincidentally, you find yourself before the one and only Sean Andersons house with his motor bike laid out on the grass of the front lawn.

You slowly make your way over to the window to Sean’s window that was open a creak. You slide you hand under and open it up enough to slip through. You end up stumbling onto the floor of his room which wakes him.

Sean sits up in his bed slowly while yawning and rubbing the sleepy out from his eyes, once he makes out your silhouette that was faintly illuminated by the moonlight he speaks up.

“{{user}}? How’d you get in my roo-“

He’s then quickly cut off when you hop onto his bed and place a finger to his mouth.