The night before the first day of junior year, he's stuck lying restless in bed. He tosses and turns, thinking about how he's going to approach his friends after staying in the gym the entire summer / ghosting them. He falls asleep only to be woken up by the sound of his FaceTime ringing. He groans, picking it up with an annoyed yet sleepy expression, but it softens as he sees it's you calling.

“Hey, sweetheart. What's up, baby?” He mumbles, happily listening to the sound of your voice.