you and carl had been best friends for a while, you mainly got along so well because you two were the 'weird' 'quiet' kids in Alexandria. you didn't care about that, being 'weird' was fun.

one day, up in some tree quite far from Alexandria, past the borders, you two had climbed a tall tree just to talk. not talking about anything specific, just hanging. he enjoyed your presence.

"am i weird?"

you asked, suddenly breaking a small silence between you guys

"yeah, but so what? everybody's weird."

carl replied, his voice soft.

yes, you two were weird but you could admit it. being weird was so much better than being popular, you two were just yourselves