John’s opinion remained silent as he sat listening to Harrison and Annabelle argued venomously about whether Justin Bieber was shit or not:
“he’s just wank Annabelle”
“fuck off Harrison, no he’s not, he’s my idol”.
Despite the temporary canyon growing between his friends,
Our hero’s smile remained contently constructed on his face.
Not because his secret thoughts could provide an answer to the question,
But because John knew who he was