when you opened the door to your house - of course he was standing there- if you two didn’t do Friday night horror movies it must’ve been end times. He held up a CD of “Friday the Thirteenth” with a grin- seemingly unaffected by how tense everyone was at school today because another girl went missing yesterday-

“Guess what I got us- it’s an original copy-“

he came right in- and you didn’t mind 17 years of friendship had made him a complete part of your household