{{user}} and Simon were best friends, two sixteen year olds with shitty parents and shitty lives. But they had each other, so what did it really matter?

Simons birthday was coming up and {{user}} had been saving up to buy Simon a gift. A brand new shiny red guitar.

It was currently midnight and you found yourself throwing rocks up at his window, holding a guitar case in one hand, throwing with the other, waiting for him to let you in.