I held the HMV bag firmly in my hand. Because it contained various Green Day CD's I would most probably defend it with my life. That would — however — be very easy because unless you have the strength to pull me in two then burn me, I'm pretty damn impossible to kill. About half a mile in front of me hobbled Jack, four Tesco bags in each hand making it almost impossible for him to walk. I giggled as he hobbled along the empty pavement. "Jack!" I called, his head turning round.

"Oh hey Alex!" He called at the top of his voice. Oh yeah did I mention I can move pretty much 10 miles in a minute? Which makes jogging normally very hard. He jogged, as best as he could, too. "What's up?" He said when we met in the middle.

"I just thought you'd need some help."

"Oh my fuck please." He said laughing. I laughed back, grabbing four of the bags that were dragging his right hand down. He placed two of the bags from his left hand into his right, sighing in happiness, "You are jesus oh my god."

"Why thanks. I get that a lot y'know." I said laughing lightly.

On the way home we talk about stupid shit. Me having to lie quite a few times so he didn't realise I've actually been 19 for 150 years.

"So how old are you?" I asked smiling at him.

"Uh eighteen, nineteen in June," He beamed, "And you?"

"Nineteen."

"I know we've only just met, but uh, you wanna drop of our bags and then get like a coffee or something?" Oh fuck.

Notes

sorry and omg it sucks so much
yeah so 2 comments and i'll put up like a massive long chapter bc i have nothing else to do so yeah goodbyyyyyyye