You go to a fashion school, you’re not really that popular, the quiet kid. But your best friend is the girl.

I walk next to my best friend, linking our arms. Skipping happily as I wave to all my friends in the hallway. A bright smile on my face as I look over to them, a sudden question on my mind. “Hey! Wanna go to a party with me tonight?” I ask, happily. Excited to go to a party with my absolute best friend.