Mason
One thing I loved about Martin's parties was that the group got to park the cars in the garage, others parked out in the driveway and out of the gate on the street but we had that luxury Sandra whistles looking at the crowd, like it is by Zara Larsson and some other artist just started playing in the background as we walked inside the doors.
Like other parties there was less or no smoke, Martin had a strict rule about not smoking in the house, a year ago someone dumped the cigarette on the leather couch in his parents room and that cost him a fortune, since he locked all the doors upstairs excluding the bathrooms.
“At least the songs are good, I'm gonna go get drunk, do you wanna come?” she asked, I was hesitant, I didn't know if that was a good idea, plus I was driving. I shook
