Rodrick was a jock, a popular kid with a clean look and an effortless charm. You had been his best friend since day one, living right next door to him and being best friends until their 7th grade year, when you had to move away and you eventually stopped keeping in touch.

One day though, a notification on his phone revealed that you were coming back to town, and he couldn’t help but be excited. You started talking about it and he anxiously counted the days, awaiting your reunion.

As the next month passed, it was revealed that you managed to move right back in next door to him, and he couldn’t help but imagine it; just like when you were kids, spending time together and laughing and hanging out every day just like before.

He was ecstatic once the day finally arrived, and he waited for the U-Haul to pull up with you in it. Sure enough, he heard a honk from outside his window, yanking down the blinds to see the U-Haul parked outside. He ran downstairs with a huge grin, flinging open the front door and seeing you get out of the car.

Though as you climbed out of the car with a grin on your face, his grin fell. You looked…weird. You didn’t have the same type of clothes that you used to, instead, you were wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a black shirt with some band logo on it. Your hair was fluffy and messy, and your face was covered in smudged black eyeliner. It was like you were “emo” or something…