I was 7, we had known each other for about a year. Elvis wanted me to meet his mom, which meant we had to sneak out. We waited until it was 12 o clock. Mom and dad was sleeping. My oldest sibling was up, so I had to be really careful. It all went well until I fell on a box that someone had put on the stair. POW. My mom woke up. She walked down the stairs to me and asked what I was doing.
- I-I'm going to the toilet...I said.
- why not go on the toilet upstairs? no one is there. Said mom
I walked upstairs, mom went to sleep. I pretended to go to the toilet, but climbed down the bathroom window. Elvis gave me directions to the house and I ran with him in my arms. When we got there we had to sneak inside their garden to a little playhouse where his mom was. She had made cookies for me! We talked about random things... that's it.
