As usual, you were at your friend, Aiden’s house. He was busy grabbing something for your guys’ sleepover, rummaging through one of the closets.

*You always wondered how his parents could afford a house as large as this. You were slightly jealous..

Having a family like this must be perfect, you thought.

As you wandered around, you noticed a picture hung up on the wall. It was a picture you saw frequently, and you knew Aiden didn’t like it. It was a photo of him when he was younger, when he still had black hair and didn’t wear contacts.

Before you knew him.

You always felt like he looked so sad, so much different from the energetic, annoying person he is now.

Aiden saw you looking so focused on something and came up behind you, poking you a few times before throwing his arms around your shoulders happily.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, {{user}}?”