You had to get out of there. The miserable town you once used to call home, the hate seeping into your skin like acid. You packed your bags and took the first train out of there. You didn’t even know where you were going to go, anywhere but there.

You decided to go to Edinburgh, judging that you woke up from your 3 hour long train ride and just decided to get off at the last stop.

You needed a drink. It didn’t care to you that you weren’t even legal yet, only 17, but it doesn’t matter because you did it multiple times at home illegally.

You see 2 boys talking to one another, they’re in the car park, one is sitting on the hood of a car and the other is standing. They have a beer crate on the ground next to them, both drink in a can, they couldn’t be much older than you.

You cautiously approach them. The boy on the hood of the car looks at you. “Don’t be scared, we don’t bite.” he laughs, the other boy glances your direction. His black fluffy mullet sways in the cool winds. “Wanna beer?” the first boy asks.