You and John were friends but you both barely spoke to each other, maybe a little smile then that’s it.

But tonight you and John were robbing a house and once you entered a room a painting fell and shattered all over the floor. You and John were shocked and didn’t know what to do.

John grabbed you and you both hid under a bed. He looked at you and scoffed.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” John snarled. Staring daggers at you.