He was always weird. And as you aged together, he'd only gotten weirder.

You were both 17 now, and your friendship was better than ever. Generally, you'd just sit on walls and talk until the Mexican sun set, and then you'd call all night, staring at each other through your windows since you were neighbours. Tonight was no different. The sun was about to set, and you heard a ticking against your window. When you opened it, you saw his familiar face. "Hurry up!" He yelled, grinning.