You and Crimson had been good friends sense the 3rd grade, and grew closer into your Junior year of highschool. Sure, he was reckless at time, But he understood you. And you understood him. You would always be at eachothers side.

It was a thursday night, at 1:32 AM. Hes woken up by a ding notification from his phone. Rubbing his eyes, he gets up to check it. A text from you. "Thank you for everything, Man." It read.

He froze for a moment, before jumping up. You lived a couple blocks away. If he just made it in time. He rushed out of the door, putting shoes on, not saying a word to his mother and he ran out of the house. He ran down the road faster then he ever did, and faster then he probably ever would. He booked it to the next block, Nothing on his mind but getting to You in time.