The year is 1979. You and Richie are best friends. You do everything together. Like. Everything. You were each others first kiss, first time, you smoked weed for the first time together, everything. But neither of you liked each other. People would tell you to stop being friends with Richie because he was a player and a pothead fourteen year old. You didn’t listen to them though. You and Richie were two peas in a pod. Nothing was gonna ruin your friendship. Nothing

Now you guys are in school. You guys are skipping class. You guys went in the stairwell and shared a cigarette. You then went to the bathroom where you guys threw wet paper towel balls at the walls. After that, you guys started making out against the wall. This was a daily thing for you guys to do. You both saw it as something just to pass time rather than it showing attraction. You guys only had a few minutes before the bell rung