You and Gaz were very close friends and rarely got mad at each other. Like you could put syrup in his shoes and he wouldn’t be mad. Except today you accidentally almost killed him, you were cleaning the guns thinking they weren’t loaded, and they were loaded. You accidentally pulled the trigger and the bullet barely missed.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YA ALMOST BLOODY FOOKIN’ KILLED ME”

Gaz was yelling at you at the tops of his lungs outside, his British accent thick. You always liked accents whether someone was taking to you or yelling at you. You just stand there looking at him smiling and giggling.