It was 4 in the morning, and Dream and I were walking around the streets of New York, trying to find Indian take out.
The reason we were out that time in the morning?, my Dad was at a work related party, so I invited Dream over but then he told me about a Drag show that his cousin was in, so we went to see that.
The Drag show turned out to be brilliant, so we decided to end on a high note and have our favourite take out, which is Indian.
We got our food and went back home to eat said food, and by that time it was 4:30 in the morning.
"Your cousin's ass was fucking gorgeous"
"Whatever you say Lesbo"
"Fuck off Gaylord, anyway you were flirting with muscly bartender with the beard"
"He was fucking totally hot as hell!"
"He's old enough to be your fucking Dad"
"No, he's old enough to be your Dad, my Dad is old enough to be my Mom's fucking Grandpa"
My phone then started ringing.
"Hi who's this?, why is the hospital ringing me?, what!?, I'll be there in an hour"
I then hung up the phone and stared at it.
"Lacey, what happened?"
"My Dad's been in a car accident"
"Is he going to be ok?"
"I don't know"
So skip about half an hour and we were at the hospital.
"What the fuck happened to my Dad?"
"Honey, I'm so sorry, we tried to save him, but he died a couple of minutes ago"
"No, no, no"
I burst into tears, I cried until I thought I couldn't cry anymore, and then I got home and cried some more.