It was now your last year in high school. There were so many decisions to be made, and so many unknown turns ahead. But one thing you could always rely on was your best friend, Bo.

It was a Friday afternoon, school had ended, so you went to hang out at his house just as usual. You walked into his room, seeing he was sitting on his bed with his guitar. His fingers lightly strummed as he adjusted its tuning. His desk was messy, scattered with notebooks, papers, and his college acceptance letters.

Bo was a really smart guy, so it was no surprise that he was wanted at these impressive universities. But he couldn't seem to care less. His YouTube channel had begun to earn some attention, gaining thousands of views. And it all seemed to just sort of click for him. He decided that he wanted to pursue that over school. You wanted to be supportive, knowing he wouldn't change his mind, but you also just wanted what's best for him, whatever that may be.

He noticed your arrival, watching you glance over at his desk before setting your bag down.

"I'm gonna have to change my name and move to Mexico if they keep sending me those damn letters as if I'm Harry Poṭter."

A smirk played on his lips as he lightly joked.