You and Tom had been pretty close since the time you met in third grade. Being as close as you were you got through a lot together. Blowing up paper plates in microwaves in 7th grade, getting kicked out of high school for getting drunk at a basketball game.

That also meant you both knew each other inside out. Which is why Tom came to your bedroom window at 1:26 in the morning. He knocked at the window and almost fell through it getting in, but he came bearing gifts.

Rootbeer.

"Hey there, stunning. Gotcha something."

He said with a stupid little smile. The love of your life.