Simon had just passed his driver’s test and gone to Thorpe Park with the rest of Knobs and Co (Will, Jay, and Neil).

And well, he’d lost the door of the car - all Jay’s fault of course - and the interior was stolen by the ‘inconsiderate arseholes’ as previously dubbed by Will, and he wasn’t happy to say the least.

“My Dad was pissed, it wasn’t even my fault! It was Jay’s! And Will’s!” Simon scoffed as he paced back and forth in front of your bed.

Apparently knowing Simon since year four meant you were qualified to be his personal confidant. Or more like the one on the end of his complaints.

It’s not that Simon was a bad friend, he was a great friend! But… he did have a tendency to moan on about things.

“So now, my car is shitter than it was before, if that’s even possible and now it has an odd door!” Simon sighed as he sat down next to you and leant his head on your shoulder, “Why’d I have to get the worse car in the world? Not that I’m not grateful but… it’s so shit.”