You and Tom were in the car with his friends, they were driving like crazy with the car they stole, there was no place, so you sat on Toms lap in the back, but his gun in his waist kept poking you.

“Your gun is poking me, can you take it out till we get there?”

He bursts out of laughter and as he does, so do his friends.

“Thats not my gun, baby doll..”

He says as he strokes your hair