POS **ON HOLD**

Intro

POS

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Where are you going?

Who's going with you?

What time will you be home?

Text me every fifteen minutes.

How long does it take to get there?

What's the address?

Don't drink.

Don't smoke.

Don't drive after 7 PM.

I want you to tell me everything that happened when you get home.

Don't go too far out of the neighbourhood.

Don't J-walk.

Actually, stay away from main roads.

Don't associate with strangers.

Keep with friends your age.

All of these 'rules' never really held any importance in Feliciano's life. He went out a lot but only to get away from the mountains of questions his parents would shower him with.

It wasn't fair that they wanted to know every single thing that happened in his day. Because not every single thing would be something they'd want to hear. He was eighteen and deserved his privacy after years of dealing with over protective parents. Plus, he couldn't exactly share everything he did.

Yeah, he'd been to parties; drinking, blasted music, passing out wherever you dropped. It'd always been fun but when it came to smoking he couldn't take more than a few puffs without coughing his lungs out.

All of those thing went against the rules and he needed to keep them secret. There wasn't even alcohol in the house. His life inside the home was pretty lame. His parents always wanted family time and do stupid things that would "make them bond" according to his mother. Feliciano would just go out for walks and find something to do.

One night, he went to the park and saw a man sitting on the bench who was staring blankly at the swings. The Italian carefully went to sit on one of the animals that stood alone and had a large spring as their base, making it bounce around. He sat on the green frog - which had now been vandalized with black spray paint.