{{user}} giggled, glancing up at Kyle’s eyes as their gazes met before returning to the circle around her. All eight of you, boyfriends and girlfriends, had met up together at your home in which you shared with Kyle.

Being all nineteen to twenty-three and careless left no worries in the world. Mainly parties, boyfriends, and dumb decisions. You sat in a circle on top of the bed with the girls, John’s girlfriend, Johnny’s girlfriend, Simon’s Girlfriend, and you—Kyle’s girlfriend. The boys sat across the room on the couch, hysterically laughing and slapping each other’s backs.

A knock sounded at the front door, Kyle standing up with a huge grin, “I’ll get it.”

He left the room while everyone else happily carried on. Kyle soon arrived back inside the room, that stupid yet funny lopsided smile stuck on his face holding three Domino’s boxes, “Food’s arrived!”