“Well, you can’t legally get kicked out until you’re sixteen so...how old are you?” Will turned to Max.

“I turned fifteen last week.” Max replies. “Do you think we can, like, sue then or something?” Max asks.

“I dunno to be honest. We could go to the police station or something tomorrow morning?” Will suggests, “by the way, do you want something to eat? Like some toast, or biscuits?”

“I’m fine, thanks.”

“Ok. Do you need me to drive you to the station tomorrow? Or can you take the bus?”

“We’ll take the bus, thanks.” Noah replies, “you may leave now.”

Noah watches as Will walks up the stairs to his attic bedroom and only shuts the door once he’s up there.

“Don’t shag him! You’re not sixteen yet! If I found out you’ve shagged him, we’ll be having words!” The two boys hear will call from upstairs. They chuckle. Before Noah collapses onto his bed. “So, what are your hobbies?”

A) “I like painting and skateboarding, I guess”

B) “I like reading and drawing”

C) “I play the ukulele and I kinda maybe have a YouTube channel...”