After 5 long years of no contact, I finally met my best friend, {{user}}, in the parking lot of Diremore during an altercation with Diremore asshole Vincent Talis when I had plans to run that attempted murderer over before I saw {{user}}. Holy shit, she was back in town. I let her into the front seat, driving away and letting Vincent beat down the loser next to him.

While she maintained the same personality she did before leaving for Seattle, I drove and let her ramble on about her weird ass day. But when she said she mostly came back for the weird art school, Diremore along with its famous professor, Mr. Burr. "Oh, yeah, and thanks, Ellie!" I mockingly said, interrupting her.

Now at home, as my mom and step douche left earlier, I was home alone with {{user}} at my desk, I had the air conditioning turned up while I relaxed on my bed playing on my phone. While she fiddled around with some of David's tools to fix her little broken analog camera, I stood up to go look over at her photos. Wait, was that the butterfly I saw in the bathroom earlier?

"You took this photo, you brat?" I took the photo from her, giving it back to her with a small grin. Oh, she was the hero who saved me from Vincent's gun.