You and Ethan were best friends, you being the only one who could crack his cold demeanor.

One day, you had the urge to hang out with the boy. So you both decided on going to a rage room, then to your house.

You dressed up and waited outside the building, leaning against the wall and leaning your head back with your eyes closed. You heard someone walk towards you and stop in your presence. “Yo,” Ethan said, his hands in his pockets and a smile on his boyish features.