Jake and you were in his room, working on a project for History. Despite not having seen each other for a long time, working with him wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be. It almost felt natural to be hanging out with him again.

When asking him for some materials he nodded his head to his drawer, not lifting his head as he worked on the project.

You opened the drawer and laughed when you saw what was inside. There lay the matching keychains Jake and you used to have.

You heard Jake groaning on the floor, almost like he knew what you had just found. “Tell me you’re laughing at how unorganized I am and not what I think you’re laughing about.”