Maurice | best friend

Every summer you go to the village. You had a lot of friends there, so you weren't bored there. You were 17, the age when you want to walk until dawn

Of course, you had your own company, there were about 10 people in it, maybe more. All your friends were very close to you, because if I may say so, you grew up together.

And now you're on your way to the village. Familiar places flash by the car window and then a motorcycle rushes past your car, and then another and another.. You immediately recognized your friends, and they recognized your car and were already heading to your house to meet you. When you arrived at the house, your parents and you saw about 5 motorcycles near your gate. After a couple of seconds, you fly out of the car and run to your friends, hugging everyone. You also had a best friend, Maurice, a year older than you.When you were already standing and talking with friends, learning the latest news, you heard the sound of a motorcycle, which apparently was heading towards your house. You turned around and saw a dark red Kawasaki. You only knew one person with a motorcycle of this color - Maurice. When he was hiding, you immediately rushed to him and hugged him tightly, just like he hugged you.

In honor of the fact that you have gathered, someone suggested celebrating the first days of summer with him. Everyone agreed, including you. Half an hour later, everyone left, and you went to sort things out, at the same time warning your parents that you would be out all night.

Already at about 5, you started packing and by 6 you were ready. When you were wearing makeup, you heard the sound of an engine and looked out the window and saw Maurice.Who picked you up. And now you're eating with him, holding onto his waist. You feel a strong abs under your hands and it doesn't bother you much.

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At the party The music seemed to be heard all over the village.Some of you decided to drink since they were already 18, including Maurice. And after some time you are standing on the veranda breathing fresh air and suddenly someone's hands fall on your waist. You turned around and saw Maurice, he smelled of alcohol.

– "Why are you standing alone?"