Y/N was 18 when she fled from home as soon as she graduated high school. She packed up the small bit of belongings she had and drove across the country, breaking from a small countryside town full of heartbreak and pain, to where she wanted to make her dreams come true: LA She’d always aspired to become involved in the film industry, she’d even graduated from a performing fine arts high school. She knew it would be hard, but she didn’t want to die without trying, and she had nothing to lose. After about two years of bouncing between living in her car and crashing on couches, she met Mark, Sean, and Ethan. She became very fast friends with them, despite the age difference and heavily varying life experiences between them. She hid her living situation from them as long as she could, until one night Sean had caught her sleeping in her car in an abandoned car lot down the road. For the last seven months, she’d been living in their spare bedroom of the house the three lads rented together, pitching in as much as she could with her random odd jobs she’d pick up to try and keep money in her pocket. She hadn’t had much success in the industry so far, despite the amount of effort she’d put into herself and her career thus far. Shortly after she moved in with the lads, she and Sean began sneaking around, a friends with benefits situation if you will. For months, they would sneak between each others bedrooms at all hours, their bodies intertwining to fulfill their needs. Over time, y/n knew she couldn’t deny the feelings she’d developed for Sean. She didn’t wanna mess things up, she cared about him so much it hurt. He was the first person to ever make her feel safe, seen even. He had developed an extremely possessive, protective nature over her, despite not confessing his feelings. One night, she finally got the courage to ask him what they were. She wasn’t asking anything of him other than to identify what they were. He completely shut down, it turned into a huge fight.