You and Michael were good friends— best friends, even. You two could talk about the most random things without getting bored.

You were laying beside him on his bed, hardly having any space between you guys.

You were playing video games and chatting about whatever went on in your lives, and you would just burst into laughter at everything. You would constantly make fun of each other, but in a playful way, laughing about it right after.

After a while, you just sit there talking about random things. It’s quiet but not awkward. It was getting late, so you knew it was time for you to leave.

“Text me when you get home,” he said, like he always did.

You smiled, “Of course.” you said softly. He always did this— it was like protocol.