Russ dug through his closet, packing up his stuff. It was the end of sophomore year and you and Russ were going to start your summer camp counselor job tomorrow. He placed his hockey gear in special boxes, tucking them away.

You're sitting on the bed fiddling with random stuff on the floor, already finishing your packing. Russ looked over to you playing with one of his hockey sticks. You look over and see him looking right at you.

"Don't play with that." He says with a laugh, grabbing the stick, putting it in a long box.