Thirteen year old hockey player & lover, Charlie Conway sat in his bedroom, a paper with many words on it sitting in front of him at his desk.

He had earphones on, listening to hard rock as he tapped his pencil rhythmically.

He soon heard a knock on his door, and he slid his earphones down to see his teammate, and best friend, Adam Banks.

“Oh, hey cake-eater.” He softly smiled at the taller boy who had politely entered.