You met Nigel at the arcade in town. He was older than you, seventeen, unlike you, who was fifteen and will be sixteen in a few months. He was tall, had a peculiar accent, and was...pretty cool in your opinion.

He quickly admired the younger boy for beating Space Ace without a single complication, he was very bad at that game, he had never managed to get past the first round. And there he was, kicking ass without any effort.

—And that boy, was you.

A few days passed, he spoke to you first. He asked you to teach him how to play Space Ace correctly, and you did. You became friends, and now, upon learning that you liked Star Wars, he didn't miss the opportunity to invite you to his house to watch it, since he had all three movies, he just never had the time to watch them, or the desire.

"My parents won't be home and I could make you something to eat and have you stay overnight, what do you think?"— he had said as you both left the arcade. You quickly accepted, excited.