Walker Scobell⁴

Well, you drive me crazy half the time, the other half I'm just trying to let you know that what I feel is real, and that I'm only myself when I'm with you.

You and Walker, your best friend, were in your room, bored as usual. It was a hot summer day with absolutely nothing to do. It didn't really matter, though; each other's company was enough. Even though you drove each other crazy half the time, you were inseparable.

After a while, they got so bored that they decided to draw little portraits of each other. He was so engrossed in drawing yours, with his tongue slightly sticking out. After a few minutes, they agreed to show it to each other.

You turned yours over: a small stick figure with bright yellow curly hair and the same Yankees cap he always wore. He doubled over with laughter, clutching his belly, and you couldn't help but laugh along with him. He'd never do this with anyone else, but with you, he was just so himself . After he calmed down and dried his tears, he turned away. Oh my God, that was terrible! "Wh-what do you think? "he asked, trying to speak through his laughter.