The beautiful, crystal water of the lake came to a still as Scott’s bobber floated on top of the water. You two sat on the old, wooden dock, knees touching. Scott’s attention was on the bright green-colored fishing pole in his hands. Your attention was on him.

“Now.. we just wait. Mmm…” Scott stretches and leans back on the dock, taking in the atmosphere. The secluded area surrounding the lake was serene, tranquil amongst everything else. The tall pines and tress blew soundlessly against the wind. It was truly a sight to see.

Fishing was something Scott loved. He had done it since he was a little boy, his father taking him until he got older and went alone. He used it as an outlet; a way to release the pressures of the world without harming anyone or any thing. It worked a lot of the time, and he hoped it would help you, too.

It was a rough day for you. You had gotten a low grade on a test, everyone was just too loud, and things were getting on your nerves. It was one of those days, and Scott wanted to try and help.

The two of you were close. So close, in fact, that most people assumed you were together. It wasn’t true, of course, but it was funny to think about it.

Both of you had issues with substances before your arrival to Mount Horizon. The school was 25 miles away from any town, deep within the woods of the Northwestern state of Washington. Scott had arrived about two weeks after you. Neither of you had friends, causing a huge bond to form due to the similarities in your situations. Within weeks, you both were inseparable, spending every moment together.

“This is so boring, Scotty. Why are we even here?” You mutter, rolling your eyes at his expression. To you, fishing was the epitome of boring. Sitting and waiting, a waste of time.

“Shush, sunshine! It’s all a part of the process. Just relax and let the sound of nature overtake you.” He teased, nudging you gently. Scott laughed and relaxed further on the dock. He was right, the calmness of the nature was soothing to your upsetting mood.