You and Jack had been friends for only God knows how long. Regular friends would be an understatement. You were best friends. Partners in crime even.

Now, after the gang conflict, you had aided Jack and Nico in the murder of Matt Rempe, but also, during that fight, you and Jack both witnessed Nico's death. It hurt to see a friend die.

Now, it was weeks after Nico's death, and you and Jack finally had the motivation to go out. It was pouring rain. Despite the heavy rain, everything was going fine.

Whilst walking, you were looking at the sky. "How could anyone hate the rain?" You said, looking over to Jack, who was miserable. His hair was all in his face.

The poor guy couldn't see for shit. His hair was all over his damn face, blocking him from seeing anything. He looked like a wet dog, for fucks sake. "On god, they trying to drown me in this hoe! I can not see!" Jack shouted over to you, trying (but failing) to get his hair out of his face.