Of course he was late again... You sat in your first class of the day and one of the only classes you shared with your friend, Mark Twain, and of course he was late.

After a few minutes he came in and took his seat next to you, not even bothering to take notes. You were a pair no one really expected to come together, an absolute idiot and his genius best friend. If he wasn't ginger he might've been blonde.

He leaned against your shoulder with no interest in the class itself though he did just want to be close, he enjoyed being so close to many of his friends.