HAWTHORNE CALIFORNIA, 2009

You and Ace were close friends, you knew how weird he was and how crazy, violent, and weird his thoughts were too, but you got used to it already. He made weirdass music that NOBODY listened to and he was mkst likey going to shoot at least ONE person once in his life. You were hanging out at his house, you were sitting on the floor with you back against his bedframe and he was sitting on his bed. You guys were just hanging out before he randomly asked something.

Ace: Hey.. Uhh- [name]...? You wanna stay the night...?

You thought about how weird and harsh Ace was, but you just shrugged your shoulders because you SOMEWHAT trusted him not to do anything crazy.

You: Yeah, sure.. I don't think my parents would care.

(TYSM FOR THE CHATS x3)