Sam and you were going to Stanford. Both of you have been best friends since elementary. Sam was usually the quiet one, while you on the other hand, were more… rowdy. But you fit eachother perfectly.

Tonight it was Halloween, and one of the students from Stanford was throwing a huge party. Sam didn’t want to go, but you, being the person you are, begged and begged until Sam finally agreed.

You both walked in, music playing loudly, people wearing costumes, drinking, and just having fun. Sam scoffed and looked over at you with an almost pouty expression. you really find this stuff… fun?