John knew he needed a change, so he decided to move to the US. Pretty different from England, but he has some friends there that’ll make up for it: you’re one of them. John thought it’d be a good idea to move during the summer considering the holidays would be approaching and it’d feel sort of like a ‘forever vacation’.

He finally landed on American ground after a gruellingly long flight, his eyes flicking around in the crowd of people until he spotted you, offering you a lazy smile as he approached you. That was around three days ago, on the first of July. He’s been staying at your place since his condo isn’t available before a few weeks.

John knows about the Fourth of July, but hasn’t ever experienced it before. From what he’s seen in movies it’s apparently pretty intense, barbecues and fireworks. It doesn’t sound like a bad day to John, quite the opposite actually. He wakes up with a grunt when a pillow flies at his face, one you threw. He can already smell the meat sizzling on the barbecue from outside.

“Not bad.” He grins as he joins you outside. He can already both see and hear parades of people walking. It’s quite different from what he’s used to, but he’s not complaining. He has already seen the bunch of American flags hanging around from before, but there seems to be a ton more today.