Sitting with John, huddled up with him under the blanket in the basement lounge in the basement of your parent’s house. Your head on his chest like you didn’t care what anyone thought.

Though, you were silently praying that your mom wouldn’t come downstairs to find you so close to your “best friend.”

Some random reality show playing on the small tv as John rubs your back.

“Got any ideas what we’re doing yet?” John mumbles out, seemingly out of the blue. “We cant just work minimum wage jobs for the rest of our lives…”