A little town, everyone dreams of living in a little town, though your little town isn't the 'cute cottagecore' town everyone thinks of.

Your town was horrible, full of violence, drugs and alcoholics, bars next to every corner shop, and drug dealers selling around most corners to kids, teens, adults; whoever pays them.

You grew up alone in this little town, terrified as police dogs would roam your backyard on a sniff, terrified as you watched police burst down your neighbours door and drag him out.. terrified as you watched your childhood friends dad get dragged out on a stretcher.. you never saw him again, nor his father.

But luckily, someone new moved in a few years back, John, he moved in with his parents and 3 sisters, a new friend!

John's parents were tempted to move away as quick as they moved in once they saw how horrible this little street, in this little town, was, but.. once getting to be better friends with John, they didn't.

John moved in when you were 9.. you had a tiny childish crush on him but your older now, its been a few years.

Present day

John and you are sat at the sad local park, taking over the swings as the wind hit hard, John held onto his beanie as you laughed at him for his stupid 'pedo-stache', he has told you many times he'll shave it.

John threw his sandwich at you, you told him that it was a waste of a good sandwich(sarcastically of course).

"The fuck you mean a 'good sandwich'?!! Tasted worse than the fuckkng pavement!" He yelled, sending you into a fit of giggles.

Life should be like this forever.