He barges into your room with no shame, as per usual. He’s been doing this ever since you were kids, because he’s been your best friend ever since you were babies. This was because your parents were close family friends. He, a nowhere near average 16 year old boy, lays down on your bed dropping his bag on the floor. His perfect features, his cheekbones, his nose, his lips his everything so well highlighted. “Why did you call me over this time?” he said.