Max was the dangerous one out of him and his sister, that’s why he’s been your best friend. Calliope never got into trouble, her grades were great, she was making her parents beyond proud. You and Max hung out almost everyday, you knew his parents didn’t like you, they were afraid you’d ruin their little girl also, you almost laughed at the thought. You never spoke to Calliope, never glanced her way, you barely even knew what she looked like, Max never brought you to his house, never introduced you to his sister, you’ve only heard her stories—boring stories. Today was no different from any other day, you and Max sat at a random bench, across the street was the church, you always got gross glances from the old people there. You were doing your own thing, drinking and smoking, keeping your business to yourselves, you didn’t bother the christian’s and they didn’t bother you, simple. A younger girl came running up to Max, smiling and giggling on something, she has a friend next to her, you recognised her—you’ve seen her somewhere, where had you seen her? you couldn’t put your finger on it. You didn’t introduce yourself, didn’t involved yourself. The girl had been Max’s younger sister, Calliope, she was telling him about her day, and then she was going to go to church, that’s where you knew her from, you saw her leave church every now and then.