After an elongated silence, he finally spoke.    "Stay."   --   You didn't need to know Bobby's track record with girls to know that staying over at a boy's house was a bad idea. It's not that you didn't trust yourself to spend a night in his room, but you knew it would trigger a lot of things you didn't want to waste energy dealing with: your parents lecturing you for hours on teen pregnancy, Bobby thinking this changed things between you, and you didn't even want to get started on what your friends would tell you.    In fact, you were still figuring out one reason why you should stay.    "No," you told Bobby, backing away to give him (and yourself) a little more breathing room. "You should get some sleep."   Bobby nodded, eyes averting from yours to the floor. Then, just as you were moving toward the door, you heard the front door swing open and a pair of heels click against the floor.    Bobby's eyes widened and he immediately straightened up, looking toward the door.    "Your mom's home?" you hissed, eyebrows knit as the steps traveled down the hallway. You didn't want to have to talk to his mom, not with Bobby drunk out of his mind and you put in a compromising position.    Bobby took a few steps toward you, but the door was already opening, his mom stepping through the threshold. You quickly ducked into his closet, which was luckily concealed by the back of the door.    "Jiwon! You're home!" a feminine voice greeted, light and pleasant to the ear. "I'm surprised. You're never here when I come home."   "No, you're the one who's never home," Bobby replied dryly. He sighed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that-"   "Listen, I actually don't have much time to stick around," his mom replied, not seeming to take much thought to what he'd said. "I'm going to be gone for a few days on a trip with a friend."   The room was silent for a few seconds before Bobby finally spoke. "Okay."   His mom continued on as if she couldn't sense anything was wrong with him. "I was actually wondering if you had some extra money set aside. I promise I'll pay you back once I get my paycheck at the diner."   You sighed quietly, shaking your head. You always knew Bobby's dad was never around much, but you didn't know his mom was like that, too.    You heard Bobby sigh, moving around the room before stopping in front of the door. "There, it should be enough. Just call me if you need more."   "Thanks. I love you, baby," his mom replied, not even bothering to walk over to him before shutting the door.    You slowly got out of the closet once you heard her steps retreat far enough, and you walked toward Bobby who'd fallen back on his bed, eyes vacantly staring up at the ceiling.    You'd always seen him so vibrant and obnoxious; now he just looked like a shell of himself. You didn't know what to make of it.    You sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Fine. I'll stay."       You and Bobby had a long pillow strictly dividing your halves of the bed. For the longest time, you just stared up at the ceiling, mentally laughing at yourself for the sudden turn of events. If you'd told yourself a few hours ago that this is where your night would end up, you'd probably laugh in your own face.    You silently waited for Bobby to finally fall asleep, so you could sneak out and go back home before your parents noticed you were gone.    "Thanks," Bobby finally said, the first thing spoken in minutes. "And I'm sorry."   You nodded, forgetting he couldn't see you in the darkness. You sighed. "I forgive you. I guess you can't help it. It's who you are."   Bobby shifted under the sheets, sighing. "No, it's not. I'll try to stay out of trouble, I promise."   You shifted onto your side, facing him. You couldn't see him, but for some reason you hoped you could. "Why do you like me? I don't understand it. I'm so mean to you."   Bobby shifted again. Maybe he was facing you like you were facing him.    "You're mean but you have a good heart," he said. "Even if it has no room for me, I like you."   You didn't know what to say, but when you finally decided to sit up, you saw that Bobby's eyes were already closed, his breathing even. Maybe it was better he was sleeping; you didn't know what to think, let alone say.    You carefully got up from the bed and walked around toward his door.    Maybe he'd forget all of this by tomorrow. Maybe you wouldn't.         You got out of your bed, sighing. The rain was pouring hard outside, so naturally you'd overslept a few hours. It was almost noon, now.    You threw on a maroon sweater over your tank top and shorts and stepped down the stairs toward the kitchen. Hanbin was leaning against the kitchen counter, talking to Jinhwan, who sitting was at the table, when you entered the room, smothering a yawn.    "You don't have any leftover alcohol, do you?" Jinhwan said to Hanbin once his eyes fell on you and your barely clothed legs. "Ahri, how's about rekindling our romance from last summer? Seems like Bobby has no chance now."   His lips curved into an easy smirk as he cocked his head to the side. His babyish face only made seem playful.    If you were being honest, you always had a thing for Jinhwan. Maybe g