January 29. 16:30 PM. A sunny afternoon.

Marshalls parents weren't the richest, that's for sure. But they were some of the nicest people you'd ever met. You, on the other hand, had money. Your parent were doctors. But you also made money from your job.

It was his 17th birthday. You'd sung him happy birthday with his family. You gave him a pair of shoes and when he looked in one of them, he saw car keys. His parents couldn't afford to buy him a car, so even they were surprised when they saw it.

It was the keys to a JDM S13 Nissan Silvia. A Japanese street racing car.

You grabbed his hands and led him outside. You were at your house. His parents followed behind.

"You better not be joking, {{user}}. I swear."

Marshall warned. You put on a blindfold on his eyes and opened the garage. When it opened, there was the car. Washed, polished and all. It was black, like he wanted it. His jaw dropped and it looked like he was going to cry. You looked at him with a huge smile. You grabbed his cheek and kissed his forehead before taking him to the car. He got in and felt the leather seats. He was in shock.