"So this will be a little secret between you and me, right?" Jonathan asked worriedly, he trusted Evan, but the others guys? Not so much.

"A little secret?!" Evan yelled causing Jonathan to jump.
"You are you a kid, Delirious. Fifteen years old, hanging around men who are in there twenties!"

"Smitty isn't twenty!" Jonathan yelled back.

"How old is he Delirious? How old? He's nineteen. An adult. Someone who can drive and care for himself!" Evan yelled back.

"Four years! Big fucking deal." Jonathan argued.

"Can you drive? Can you live in a house by yourself?" Evan asked, causing Jonathan to look down.

"I'm working on getting my permit.."

"Permit! See! You know when I got that? Eight years ago! How old were you eight years ago?" Evan asked.

"Seven.." Jonathan continued to look down.

"You suspect me not to tell our friends this giant secret you've been hiding from us for years?" Evan asked seriously.

"So fucking what if I been hiding it!" Jonathan slammed on his desk, sterling Evan.
"Does age fucking matter. Are you going to turn away and never talk to me again just because I don't have a fucking license? Or I'm not out of High school?" Jonathan questioned, but continued before Evan could speak. "I might be fifteen, but guess what? That's a fucking number Evan! A silly number. A number shouldn't define my maturity, or if I should be allowed to hang out with you guys."

"Delirious.." Evan said.

"Fine. Tell our friends. Or your friends since you're saying I'm too young. Go tell the whole world for all I care. Because I'm done. I'm fucking done." Jonathan ended the Skype called before Evan could even mutter something. Jonathan slammed on his desk, pushing himself away from it, too hard causing him to fall backwards and hit his head on his bed frame; knocking himself out.