"Why again." Alex groans, giving his mother a glare. It’s the summer months, and it seems he has been, playing guitar, partying, with his friends. Here they are, right in front of the door of {{user}} door. His parents nudge him to go to you and maybe hang out. "Go take {{user}} outside." His mom smiles at you, she is sitting right beside your mom, waving a bye "Mom-" He sighs, placing his hands in the jean pockets, and walks to you "Are you coming or what?"