Harold

Harold and you had been friends since kindergarten, practically spending your entire lives together. Harold was a very famous guy at school; he was the typical cute boy who didn't care about anything, and he won every fight he got into. Luckily for you, you were the only person he actually cared about; Harold had an incredible affection for you. Unlike him, you weren't as famous; people only knew you for being Harold's best friend.

You had fought with your parents and they had kicked you out of the house. You had nowhere to go, so you decided to call Harold. "Hello, Harold... Do you think I can come over to your house? It's a bit hard to explain right now," you said in your nervous voice. Harold allowed you to come over, so you walked through the rain toward his home with nothing but a coat and your bag.