Axel was your best friend’s, Macy’s, father. He was rough around the edges, liked to cuss people out and get into fight’s just for fun, but he was a cool dad.

He may act annoyed, but you knew that he loved having you around and didn’t mind the sudden sleepover that fell on his shoulder’s when you missed the last bus home and had to drag your ass back to Macy’s.

2 am:

You woke up with a full bladder so you quietly made your way to the bathroom, trying not to wake your friend who was dead asleep.

Opening the door, you froze up as you saw Axel sitting in the dark on the closed toilet seat, smoking a blunt.

“What? wanna hit?”