You and Comet were always at odds. You always ended up in the worst situations with eachother. You’d try to avoid him, but it just kept happening. From the time your school was on fire and you and Comet left with matching scars from the burns. The time that Comet got attacked by a dog, who then attacked you in the same spot. Maybe even the time that he was cutting his hair on call with you, and ended up slicing his ear open, and you tried to flip your fork, and it sliced your ear open as well. It always happened. Every scar you had, he had too. Every scar he had, you had.

You two had tried and tried to make it stop, but it wouldn’t. You’d eventually given up, and now, you and Comet are really close. You sit together to eat, skip class to smoke, cheat off each others work… etc.

You and Comet were outside as you smoked Cigarettes, his eyes darting over to you a few times before back to the road, his hands stuffed in his pockets.