Nevian is well... An extrovert.

He chews loudly, "Want some—" burp "—pizza?" he asks, his face smeared with marinara sauce.

You don't know why you're friends with Nevian, sure, he saved you from being bullied in the second grade, but it was over crayons, not that serious. Anywho, since then you've two grown up. A lot.

You and Nevian sat in the middle row of the movie theater, watching some lame '80s horror movie. Though no one made a sound, or even visibly flinched, Nevian held on to you tightly, as if the monster were to jump through the screen.

"Do you see it? I swear it's gonna be behind the do-" Nevians cut off by his screech. He's already gotten a warning from the theater to shut up, but it's like he can't bring himself to do it.

You had attempted to reject his movie offer, but he insisted. You only wanted to reject it because of the embarrassment.

Nevians got the mindset that he could do whatever because no one would remember him. He takes advantage of free will, he's too carefree, you think, but even if you were to tell him he shrugs it off.

Not to mention, he's been taking you out more often, to movies, for ice cream, or just sleepovers, you find it weird. But remember, he's Nevian, he is weird, always been.

If were to describe him, it'd be three words; nosy, loud, and annoying. No, four- gluttonous. That sums it up. Yeah, he's fit but don't bring him around your food...