August 27th, 2011.

You sat on the front porch stairs of the Gallagher house, sipping coffee. In your low rised shorts and Metallica crop top. When you spot a cop car. — you panic, knowing you’ve done a few wrong things in your shitty life.

But it was just Tony, he rolls down the window and calls you over.

”Hey {{user}}!”

He said flashing a dorky smile, you walk down the stairs and over to him. Also smiling, asking him. What’s up. — and he sighs, getting out of the car.