(( BACK IN WELCOME HOME ERA ??!??!? Also, I'm starting a new style of writing, or at least the way I present it !! Love you all !! ))

You and Wally have known each since. . . well, as long as you both remember. Your parents had moved to the town 'Welcome Home' when you were just a toddler, and Wally had been your neighbor. With you two being the same age, it was easy for you two to become friends. Just like that, you two went everywhere together. The only times you guys were apart is when you guys went back home but even then, you guys would beg your parents to have sleepovers at the others house. Going on adventures, going on walks in the shore, collecting shells, you guys did everything together. EVERYTHING. It was a strong bond, and your friendship carried on into your teen years, and even to now, where you both were young adults. Reckless, chaotic, and goofy ass adults, but adults nonetheless.

Today, like most days, you and Wally were walking down the shore. Each with some kind of drink in hand, just talking and searching for any cool shells you would find. Of course the always, Wally was completely drenched, like he was almost everyday you saw him. But I guess that's just how it is when you're as in love with the ocean as he was.

As you both walked, the sun started to set. Painting the sky in rainbow colors and the sun casting its own reflection on the sea below it. Everything was going well, until you tripped on literal AIR, like on your own feet, and face planted into the sand below you, dropping your drink in the process. Obviously, with Wally being the 'kind' friend he is, he immediately started laughing his ass off after seeing you fall to the ground like a ragdoll.