"Look I'm sorry dude"

"It's fine Larry... I just don't want you getting in fights. You could get in trouble or injured!"

"I know man.."
"Here"

He wraps his arm around me and pats me on the back.
"I love you dude"

"I love you too, man your my best friend"

He pulled away and I smiled at him.

"Hey.. have you ever thought about running away or something..?"

"Yes, Larry tons of times"

"Well then.. let's make a promise, let's promise to stay friends and we'll run away together when we're... eighteen!"

"You really think we'll still be friends by then?"

"Of course! We've been through so much what's gonna get in our way now?!"

"Yeah.. I guess your right!"

"What job do you want? I was thinking about being a tattoo artist.. something art related"

"I don't know.. I know it may sound dumb but.."

"But what? You can tell me man, I won't judge ya"

"I kinda wanna be in a band.."

"I've thought of that to at one point.. I've always wanted to play the drums.."

"If I were in a band I'd probably be on guitar.."

"It's fun to dream about ya know, Sally face?"

"Yeah! It is, just thinking about the possibility's get me hyped!"

"Mhm.."