So I'd just turned 18 and me and the lads all went out in Manchester to celebrate. I think it was called Piccadilly 21 or something like that. Had a fair few drinks and a dodgy kebab before catching the last train home. We planned on staying out till the early hours but some of us could hardly walk so we went back to my mates house to crash. I was lay on the floor in my mates bedroom wide awake after drinking vodka and red bull while everyone else was snoring away. I saw the landing light turn on through the gap in the door and heard footsteps walking towards the door. The door was pushed open… 阅读更多内容
