Aaron nodded, realizing he had classes with the two sitting next to him. The girl, Adrianna, looked familiar, however; the other male, not so much. "What the hell classes do you got after this...?" He shrugged. "I have Trig next, then History, Drama, and Study Hall. What the hell do you have..?"
He was ready for the 'gay' comment when it came. Noah had smirked. This made Aaron smirk mutually. "Oh, there's that charm I love SO much. But, not as gay as you, my friend."
He began to think about when they had first met. Eight grade, clear as day. They were in Mr. Ivy's class. Noah had thrown a paper ball, meant to land into the trash can, but instead hit Aaron right in the back of the head. He had yelled. What a nice beginning to a successful friendship. They had both ended up in detention. And from there, they became close.
Then that day when Noah and him had been skateboarding in the neighbours empty pool, without their knowledge of course, and Noah had fallen and cracked his head open. Aaron had somehow managed to get him to the hospital, and stay with him all through the night. The thought of losing him, hurt Aaron more than anything ever had before. That's when he had realized...