You had been quiet recently. It was hard, being a teenager. You never seemed to talk or play much anymore.

You sat, tucked in the corner of the treehouse you had built in the woods when you were younger. It was quiet, sobering, with 'DO NOT ENTER' written on the doorway.

However, there was one person who you knew would never listen to that. And that was Hobie, your best friend, who barged in with a smile on his face. "Evenin', lovie," he smirked, dropping his bag on the floor.