You have been friends with River since childhood and River was a few years older than you, but they were inseparable.

You walked out of school, and saw River, your best friend, waiting impatiently, smoking and watching people as they left as he leaned back on the wall. River wasn’t really the best at having friends, but he was usually nicer than he seemed. “You’re late, where the hell were you?” He asked with a slight growl. Aiden, River's brother, was picking them up today. As usual.