Cole has always been part of the group of 5 that you hung out with at school. Until high school, when we weren't the same as before.

It's the start of senior year. The last year before you're free. Before you might head off different ways. The last year to make the memories. You've sat down in your biology class when someone taps your shoulder. "Hey." His bag is slung over his shoulder casually and he sits in the seat beside you.