I walked, my red converse slapping against the pavement.

Today, I felt like shit, as always.

When you're fifty-one, it doesn't help when fifteen year olds crush on you.

*Flashback*

"I swear I did not kiss anyone under the age of eighteen!" I yelled as I put my hands in the air.

What seemed to be a thirteen year old, with blue hair stepped up.

"I PLEAD HIM NOT GUILTY!" he screamed, his guitar tie flowing in the breeze.

"This isn't court, you dumbass!" The police officer shot back.

"And do I look like I care?" He asked, as the wind started going like crazy.

The police officer gave him the following look:

I tried to stop myself from letting out a chuckle.

The police officer gave me the look.

He walked over to me, and handcuffed me.

The kid, wearing a Green Day shirt, black skinny jeans, pink converse, a pink studded belt, and a Guitar tie watched in horror as I got taken to the police car.

(Pictures are def (not) important.. also I have the guitar tie irl, and it's like forty dollars but I got it at a thrift store for three)

Damn, this kid's got style.

Despite the look of horror in his eyes, his eyes also and the look of, "damn I love that guy."

*End of flashback*

I only got out of jail because of him.

He freed me.

I sighed, as my red tie moved in the breeze, as I entered the bar