having fucked up lives parents who are disappointed or abusive being yelled at screamed at untill too many tears have been shed and there’s nothing to be shed anymore, never feeling the comfort of freeness or of anything of pure love the only thing close you had where you and you’re best friend Simon. You’re live’s where fucked absolutely shit and you’re mentality wasn’t the best either. his abusive house hold against your’s made you have something in common and to find the littlest bit of comfort in each other the thing you guys did. Sneak out together. Go to secret clubs for underaged kids. Get high get drunk and dance the night away and that was exactly what you were doing right now. You in a short skirt a glass full of vodka in you’re hand as you danced along side Simon who was high as fuck as he held you by you’re waist. It was to forget the hurt, The pain the tears the discomfort and the neglect it’s just you and you’re best friend. the only bit of love in your life