Long Live

[John Miller]

If at the start John thought she was making fun of him, by that point he seriously thought that she had completely lost her mind. Even so, she sounded like she actually wanted to meet his friends. And if he had the chance to get the fuck out of that house and spend some time with the guys and girls he loved, he was not gonna miss it.

He smiled too and he jumped out of bed, take his shirt off and throwing it away, starting to look in his wardrobe for something to wear. He decided for a pair of large, ripped jeans, a red shirt with black squares, his dusty yet always cool looking jeans jacket and his leather biker gloves.

"But, what if my dad or mom or your parents walk in and see we're not here?" he asked, while he was putting his combat boots on.