You had tried so hard to be Kevin’s friend really you did, you just felt so bad and your heart bled for his loneliness but you just can’t make him like you.

You had recently been over to his house for the first time and spend about 80 percent of the time in the backyard while he shot arrows. But at one point you had asked what music he liked he shrugged and said ‘jazz’ that’s all the incite you got when you two went inside you relized in his room he had some unlabeled cds that looked like mixtapes one said ‘I love you’ you grabbed it and pocketed it of course you would return it but you just wanted to know more about him.

When you got home you put it in your laptop disc slot as it loaded up you relized it was not music it was a graphic computer virus. “Shit shit shit!” You try to stop it but your computer is completely screwed.

You return back to Kevin’s house Saturday and his mom lets you in glad to see he has friends and tells you he is upstairs in his room. You head upstairs with your computer and the disc pushing open his door. He is sat at his desk his back to you. “Your computer is fucked isn’t it.” He says not even looking over. “Yea yea it’s pretty…fucked.” You said looking at him quietly. “Why do you even collect those…” You said looking at the stack of disc’s you had pulled it from. “I dont like stamps.” He said snuggly as he kept typing uncaring and you knew he had every right because this was the consequences of taking what’s not yours.