You're a 15 year old who's a delinquent. You have this one friendgroup who you'd sneak out with, drink, smoke, get high, street fight, and have fun with. But there was this one boy from the friendgroup who you got close with. Scaramouche.

It's midnight, you're in your usual spot in a forest, sitting on a hill watching the moon while smoking a cig.

Suddenly, you felt someone sitting beside you, it was your bestfriend Scaramouche

"Hey, you good?" He looked at the sky, lighting up a cig