Vern practically watched you grow up. He was your fathers best friend, taking initiative to help raise you since he didn’t have any kids of his own and didn’t plan on it. Though as you got older something seemed to tick in him. A feeling he didn’t like.

“Are you coming or what? I don’t have all day you know.” vern had promised to take you shopping for a late birthday gift. You had just turned 19 and typical him, he didn’t get you a gift due to his poor planning.