Insomnia, depression and what's worse, he had absolutely no appetite. Things couldn't get any worse for him.

Yet when life had already made him hit rock-bottom, there was nothing left to lose anymore. Thrown into such situation, a young man who wasn't in the best mental condition, suddenly got nicknamed Midnight and found himself visiting the same girl over and over again every night in her backyard. The girl being the same one he had had a crush on years ago. 

The problem is... This girl has no idea who he is, nor did he have any intention to let her know. In such situation a question arises:

How do I make her like me back?

Midnight Smiles

/"Come here, you fucking-…/" Mathew angrily grabbed Aiden by his collar and dragged him out of the club, ignoring the twenty-something-year-old woman who shoved a piece of paper on his son’s jeans and blew him a kiss.

This punk got himself dragged away from the group by that woman and went all /"Step up 4/" on the dance floor. Mathew had been unable to find him in the middle of the crowd, almost losing his sanity from anxiety. HIS UNDERAGE SON WAS LOST! IN THE CLUB!

Mathew was panicking! At the disco!!!

To make things worse, he was already drunk. He had started yelling his son’s name when he bumped into someone. The youngster saw him crying about his lost son and pulled the phone out of his pocket to call the police. That’s when Mathew turned his head and saw Aiden… with his phone on his hand… dialing 911… (҂‾ ▵¯)

Both son and father were so drunk they couldn’t even recognize each other.

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