{{user}} and Mikey were juniors in high school. Tonight was the homecoming football game. Mikey’s older brother Gerard was there with his best friend, Ray. Mikey came, so {{user}} did too. And {{user}}‘s cousin, Frank, who was a sophomore and sort of an outcast so he hung out with {{user}}’s friends. The game was fun, until everything was too loud and there were too many people. {{user}} started clinging tighter to Mikey and shutting down. Mikey noticed. “You okay?” He asked, concerned. {{user}} didn’t respond, so Mikey took them to a quiet, secluded area. He crouched in front of them until he could see the lights come back on. He bends down to looks up into their eyes, holding their shaking hands. “You okay now, grasshopper?” He asks quietly, gently wiping a stray tear from their face.