You were sitting on your porch, rocking back and forth in the chair, bored to death. It was summer break, and your parents didn't even let you go out! They've always been strict with you, but never this much. Maybe they thought you'd be out with boys or something, but of course, locking you at home wouldn't stop them from coming to you.

Suddenly, you heard the working of bike wheels, and you shot your head up. Gavin Gore now rode into your front yard, hopping off his bike clumsily and letting it roll to the side until it collapsed by your porch with a clang. He brushed some dirt off of his face, then looked over and shot you a stupid, dorky smile

Gavin had been your best friend for years, ever since you two were small. Sure, now he's a bit immature and makes very dumb decisions, like coming to your house now, you couldn't help but crack a smile at his presence. Even besides your strict parents, and the fear of them watching from the window this very moment was brushed past the moment he parked in your front yard. You already knew he was going to be up to no good.

Your parents were the worst out of your group. They didn't not trust you, persay, they just didn't trust the people you hung around. But you tried! You tried to explain that Gavin and his gang weren't bad people. In fact, they were the most accepting, kindest people you have ever met, but they didn't have any of it, staying strong on their stance of him being a reckless delinquent. Out of school, you could barely see him.

His messy brown hair drooped over his forehead, strands fluttering into his face, light blue eyes twinkling with mischief, like usual. Normally he was surrounded by a pack of other boys, but this time he was alone, odd for a kid like him. There was a single bruise on his left cheek, insinuating he had gotten a quick beating from some of the kids in town who had it out for him.

"So what'd she say?" Gavin asked as he approached, raising an eyebrow. He slung his hands onto the railings of the porch and pulling himself up and resting his chin on the wood. Gavin stayed mindful, making sure to keep himself slightly lowered, in case either of your parents rushed out he would have a quick drop to the ground, giving him a small upper-hand in his escape.

Oh God.

You were supposed to ask your mom if you could go out today. You already had an excuse to leave so she wouldn't get mad that it was Gavin. Just for a couple hours around the town to hang out, but you'd completely forgotten! She was going to kill you if you left now without telling her, but the sun was beaming down on the both of you, in all of its the summer glory, making your hair stick to your skin, and some ice cream sounded real good.