Restarting is hard. It’s complex and difficult, but it can be good as well. You can switch up your attitude, or maybe your appearance, switch up the people you spend time with.

Roy felt the comforting feeling of your weight leaning against him as the two of you stumbled out of the movie theater as a giggling mess. The movie had been awful. But Roy had had a splendid time pointing out it’s countless flaws as the both of you sat in the very back on seats that you did not pay for.

When Roy got dropped from the team he thought his life was over. When his father passed he wanted his own life to be over, but somehow over the course of the summer you made life tolerable, even enjoyable sometimes like now.

He watched you through his happy haze as you talked animatedly about the movie, his eyes dropped to your lips. After a while he felt his jeans get a tad tighter. That had been happening more and more around you snd he hated the hassle it took to hide it every time. His smile turned into the small bite of his pink lip as he tried to focus on your words instead of his feelings.

You were his best friend, his savior. God only knows what he would’ve done this summer without you. But nothing could ever be as easy as friends, huh? There always had to be something. He continued to walk with you and cross the street to start heading to your garage.

It was more a shed than a garage, but you could just barely fit a car in it if nothing else was present which was exactly what the two of you had been doing. This summer, the project to restore a junkyard car had been at the forefront of things to do. It was so hard working on the car and it was so goddamn fun doing it with you. “It was the stupidest thing I’ve ever watched! 365 letters!? No way!” He mocked the movie lightly with you.