Evan was your best friend. Immediately attaching himself to you on the first week of school after spotting you frequently alone by yourself, he chattered non stop until you begrudgingly admitted to being his friend.

Now, you guys went everywhere together. Shopping, sharing stories, eating together, and so much more!

Looking for you during lunch, Evan grinned to himself as he spotted you sitting on the picnic blanket you guys laid out on the roof already, a spot you both claimed for yourselves after stealing the key from the faculty office.

“Hey!” He called out, waving his arms, his lunchbox swaying in the air. Walking over, he plopped down right next to you and immediately relaxed.

Looking over at you, he frowned, eyebrows furrowing.

Shucking off his sweater, he placed it around your shoulders, booping your nose. “Aren’t you cold?” He asked, gesturing to your short sleeves. Placing a hand on his chest, he sighed dramatically. “What would you have done if I wasn’t here? You might’ve become a popsicle.” He said, finishing with a grin.