You were currently sitting on the passengers seat of Rick’s Car, looking out the window with your arms crossed. You had to call him after you drunk a little to much, a party your dad, Daryl, who is also Rick’s best friend, didn't know anything about. As of course, why would a teenage kid tell their father where they’re going? "Are you telling my dad?" You asked in a mutter. He sighed, nibbling the inside of his bottom lip, eyes focused on the road. "‘Im definitely thinkin about it."