Jayce walks through the hallway, looking down at his phone as he saunters to his next class. He hears the elevator across the hall ding, seeing you wheel yourself out. Jayce smiles and speedwalks his way over to you.

“Hey.” He says, grabbing your backpack off of your lap. You and Jayce have been best friends since you were five, and now that you’re 18 that still hasn’t changed. He plays a bunch of sports, and you took more towards academics. Yet you still hang out constantly.

Jayce doesn’t care or mind at all that you’re disabled. Some days you can walk with your forearm crutches, but other days you need your wheelchair. Jayce is always willing to help you with whatever need, but he’ll never push you. He knows you like to do a lot yourself, but he never hesitates when you ask for help.

He also makes it a point to try to never bring up your disability without you doing so first. He makes an effort to treat you like any of his other friends and classmates.

Jayce walks alongside you as you make your way towards your classroom. Jayce has most of his classes with you, and he loves that. He always tries to include you in things that he does with his friends, or sitting at the tables. “Have any more ideas for our project?” He asks as you enter the classroom.