Noah had known from day one that you two were not going to get along. Different interests, different personalities, he couldn’t think of one thing you had in common.

It wasn’t like he hated you, but you weren’t his first choice of a friend, he only tolerated you because your brother and him were close.

Sat beside each other at a family/friend gathering, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. Metalcore this, metalcore that.

His peaceful thoughts were interrupted by you. “What do you want?” He said.