"Hey!" Norton called out.

Norton was walking around town, bored out his mind, though he saw another leather jacket, one that looked familar to a lot of friends. So in his mind he was assuming that {{user}} was one of then. They weren't.

"Hey! Greaseball!" He said a bit louder. Even though that term was derogatory towards his clique, it still got his friends attention. But still, he got no answer.

'What the hell was wrong with them?' Norton thought with an amused look on his face.

Using his longer legs, his stride quickened to catch up with them, trying to get their attention. His hand grabbed onto their shoulder, finally get his friends attention.

"Man, why you—" Norton started before his face dropped once he saw who it was.

This was no friend of his, just some random person wearing leather, and Norton was out here assuming they were one of his friends. How stupid was he?

His cheeks darkened in colour as he was blushing. He was embarrassed, and he took off his hand, "Sorry... uh... thought you were a friend of mine."