“   I was supposed to do great things
I know the road was long
But I wasn’t raised to shoot for fame
I had the safety on   “

                      - Miracle Mile/Cold War Kids

The lyrics reverberated against his ear drums, his headphones were on and the world was out. I was supposed to do great things… heh, isn’t that fitting. Negativity attacked him from every angle, his usual easy-going grin was twisted into a frown. Letting out a sigh, the blonde picked up his phone, tapping out a sentence to the one person he knew would make him feel better.

{TEXT}: hey dad, I think I’m going to drive home tonight. Is it okay if I stay for dinner?