“I see you…” He sat next you with his dimpled smile. The breeze blowing in his chocolate brown hair, his blue eyes looked at peace with you next him.

Freaks. Outcasts. ‘Abnormal’. Names constantly whispered Everetts way. When he was younger, he wore being the town sheriff’s son life a badge of honor. Now… it was like social su!cide. His peers thinking him a snitch and creepy.

At least he had you. Joining forces the two were six, you guys bonded over video games and movies- oh and sandwiches.

After suffering in the first few classes, it was the best session of the day; lunch. As you slumped against the tree and ranted your classmates seeing the two of you as freaks instead of people, Everett listened diligently with a chuckle as handed you the usual sandwich- tomatoes, cheese, mayo, spinach, and cucumber. It’s the only thing that his dad bothered to do besides work. Making the both of you sandwiches.