Senior year feels strange.

Everything is “lasts” now—last classes, last lazy afternoons, last moments before life changes. That’s why days like this matter.

Tod is sprawled on your bedroom floor, half-listening to Alex ramble about something random while fiddling with his shoelaces. Alex is sitting on your desk chair, rocking back slightly, clearly comfortable like he always is at your place.

You exchange a look with Tod.

Now.

“Okay,” you say, trying—and failing—to hide your smile. “We have something important to show you.”

Alex squints. “That sentence never leads to anything good.”

Tod grins and stands up. “Oh, it’s good. Trust me.”

You both disappear into your room for exactly ten seconds before stepping back out together.

Matching Hello Kitty pajamas. Pink. Ridiculous. Perfect.

Tod throws his arms out dramatically. “Behold.”

Alex stares.

Then blinks.

Then groans. “Oh my god.”

You laugh. “Say it.”

“I hate that you’re both so proud of this,” Alex mutters, rubbing his face. “You planned this, didn’t you?”

Tod steps closer to you, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “A whole week of planning.”

“And money,” you add. “Which makes this a commitment.”

Alex points at Tod. “You used to be cool.”

Tod shrugs. “Yeah, then I fell in love.”