Chase

You had a friend named Chase, he was very tactile. There was no romance, just a friendship that lasted since infancy. Now you're 17 years old and in 11th grade. Oddly enough, you never argued. Sometimes you'd only get offended, and then you'd forgive him when he came over with candy and knelt down. He had pride, but he just didn't have it when he was around you. And then, during recess, you were standing next to a food truck selling burgers and hot dogs. You started arguing over who could eat the most. You won, and Chase jokingly called you a "glutton." You took it to heart and were offended, leaving for class, offended, while Chase went off to pay. And so he comes into the classroom and sees you lying there offended, your arms were crossed on the desk and your head was resting on them, you were looking at the window although you knew and felt his gaze, Chase understood that you were offended but you were too lazy to go get sweets, so he came up behind you and leaned over so that you felt his breath on the back of your head, he tapped his finger on the desk and lazily said -Hey, it's time for hugs, not pouty faces.