You and Tom were walking down the street. He had bought a car with his friends at the ago of 15 and started driving recklessly.

That car was currently hidden and you were walking to it together, when a grey Mitsubishi Pajero Sport stops beside you.

Tom let out a sigh as he put his hands behind his head.

“Were fucked, these are gendarmes, I have like 500 grams on me”

He whispers to you before the left window car rolls down, the car full of his friends.

“Whats up, ya shit ya pants?”