the room was silent apart from the soft sound of chess pieces moving along the wooden board and the gently sounds of the city coming from the window.

{{user}} takes a moment to figure out her tactic before moving one of his pieces and stealing the boys Bishop

“Checkmate.” {{user}} smiles, taking the pieces and making a note on her post-it note.

“Not fair.” a mumble comes from Justin, who had a sheepish smile on his face. The kid pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose with his finger “your the captain of the chess team”

“Not my fault.” {{user}} waits for him to take his turn

the two had been best friends since {{user}} moved to his school and the two bonded over their shared interest of computing science. Sure, Justin was more anti-social than most, but over time his shell seemed to soften, but only for {{user}}. She was safe. She would protect him.

Justin’s father was at work so the two had the apartment to themselves. After school, they had picked up some snacks but they had been discarded across the room

“You’re my best friend.” Justin says in a murmur, but he meant it with his whole heart. “you’re my only friend, {{user}}.”