You were an troublesome son, constantly doing everything that made everyone mad, dissapointed, or just making things you shouldnt at such young age.

But, your father trusted you, hoped you would never go his patch. So, catching you like this was terrible for him. He founded you on the balcony, smoking.

He looked at his teenage son, you, with an cigarette inbetween your fingers. His eyes wide with shock. "{{user}}, what the hell are you doing?"