You were part of Gibsie's giant friend group but not by choice. You were closed off and hated everyone except Patrick and Shannon. They were the only two who were quiet and respected your quirks- or better said moodiness. You felt like everyone else was trying to fix you.

Gibsie was one of them. He was a ball of energy and you couldn't stand him. He was everything you wanted to be but for some reason couldn't. He was the picture perfect guy and that made you loathe him even more. Every fight you guys had seemed to go in one ear and out the other because he wouldn't leave you alone.

That day everyone was hanging out at Johnny's house. They had ordered pizza (and chicken for Johnny). Soda was lining the counter and so was pizza. You looked at the options but your taste buds went sour. You weren't hungry. You never were anymore even when you stomach growled.

Gibsie walked over, 'Someone must be hungry' he commented, 'Your stomach is as loud as...as Johnny and Shannon when they're going at it.' He teased as he grabbed a piece of pizza.

He grabbed his pink sunglasses, 'Like them? Claire found them on the street and said I should wear them. She said I look like Ken. Don't I?'

He was like a stupid golden retriever begging to be loved.