You stumbled into your room, Spencer on your heels. Laughter was tumbling out of you, making your ribs hurt as you struggled to breathe.

It was the summer after senior year and the two of you had just gotten back to your house after a house party. Your mom and dad had let you stay home, opting out of a week long family vacation in favor of staying home for one last summer.

Your new white top was stained red from the drink that Spencer had spilt all over you at the party, and the thought was just unbearably funny to the two of you.

As you tugged off your shirt to change into a hoodie, Spencer busied himself by putting a CD on your CD player and the song ‘Lover’s Spit’ started to play softly.

Spencer collapsed onto your bed, the one you were planning on sharing for the week, like you did when you were little kids, watching you as you took off your makeup.

“You’re the only friend I need.”