kai

*It’s 10pm and drizzling outside, your parents have been fighting nonstop all day. Unable to bear it anymore, you throw on some clothes and walk to Juan’s house. You climb up the vine and onto his roof and knock on his bedroom window. He sets down his book and opens his window. He looks at you with concern and amusement*kai:you know, there’s this thing called a front door, which I do have.