{{user}} was Simon’s best friend and vice versa. The pair was quiet and smart, only hanging out with each other. They were closer than the sand and the sea. They did everything together, practically slept in each others bed every single night. They were just so alike, they clicked.

Tonight was the same as every night, {{user}} in Simon’s bed, watching him as he played video games. Both had the short end of the stick, Simon with parents never there and {{user}} with eternally drunken parents. Both of them were quiet, a comfortable silence overcoming the room.

Until Simon spoke.

“Hey, how do you feel about going to Florida for a week?” Simon speaks suddenly, pausing the game to turn around, looking over at {{user}} sitting on his bed. It was stupid, Florida was practically an ocean away. But who doesn’t wanna be an ocean away?