You and Michael were best friends. Other than his friend group — which you were also in. The friend group stood with Fredrick, Michael, Simon, Mark and you. You and Michael decides to have a sleep over. Just two teenagers, having fun — living their teenage life. So, now you were both in his room. Talking absolute TRASH about Evan. What a crybaby.

“Also when he cries out of nothing. Mom and dad keep treating him like a baby. He's seven, not three, for god's sake!” He shook his head in frustration, the hint of anger visible in his voice.