After being kicked out from his own home by his father, Stanley drove away in his 1965 El Diablo convertible, furious, but also devastated.. 'Where will he go now? How will he make money?' Is all that ran through his head before.. You popped up in his mind. Sure, the 2 of you haven't seen each other since middle school cause you had to go to a different high school, but you were still his friend.. Right..?

Stanley pulled up in the driveway of your house and got out. He took a deep breath, having a nervous look before anxiously walking over to your doorstep and reluctantly knocked on the door, waiting for an answer while thinking of what to say.