There wasn't much to say about it. Luke was your best friend and had been for the past nine years. You could remember the night the two of you met, your parents were talking at a PTO (Parent-Teacher Organization) event, they had just happened to sit next to each other during a round of bingo. You with your braided hair to the side sitting across from Luke with his flushed red cheeks because he didn't talk to girls, they had cooties and cooties are gross. As the bingo caller called out the numbers your face lit up as you saw a straight line across.
"Bingo! Bingo! Mom I got bingo!" Your child voice sang out as you hoped out of your seat to do a victory dance. A woman came around to double check your numbers and smiled bright at your little face.
"Yes you do have bingo! Come with me and you can pick a prize!" Your eyes went wide at the word "prize" and your little heart started beating so fast it felt like it was about to hop out of your body and go pick the prize for you. Luke was so jealous, like any 9 year old would have been that they couldn't pick out a prize. He was half tempted to take his bingo sheet and rip it to little tiny pieces.
As the woman brought you up to the prize table, there was so much to choose from you couldn't believe you were about to be made to do so. There was a candy basket that someone had made that seemed to draw your attention out of the lot. So with your little hands, you grabbed the basket and someone from the group cheered, probably your dad (to this day you still don't remember who it was), and made your way back to your table. Luke's face was fully red now, out of a mixture of jealousy and still not sure if he was going to get sick because of your cooties. You heard your mother joke with Liz how you were never going to go to bed because of all that candy and they laughed about it. Of course you had to open it right then and there, and once it finally was you pushed it over to Luke, showing your manors like your parents had always taught you.
"Pick something." You told him in a small voice and Luke gave quite the puzzled look. "Don't you want some candy?" You asked like he was crazy to not have taken something already. Reluctantly, Luke nodded his little head and took a pack of Nerds out of the basket.
Ever since that kind gesture of your nine-year old self it was a set deal. You and Luke would be best friends forever.
Nine years later, it's still the same deal, but now you feel that everything is changing. You and Luke are about to graduate high school and then who knows? In your mind, this was the last normal anything you'd get to spend with Luke. Once college came around, you'd be off to NYU and he'd be going to State. Different places, different directions, and different lives.
With the scare of the rest of your life around every corner, you needed security with your friendship with Luke. And that came in all different forms. The most common form being that every Saturday night you two would order a pizza and rent a new movie. Something of the most basic of activities, but one that meant the most to you. Often you wondered if Luke worried about the same things as you, but you never actually talked about it. There was never an intense conversation where you discussed the future or whether there would be weekend visits spent with the other, or if on holidays when you were back home the same traditions you have now would still be kept. As the time vastly approached, these questions burned inside of you, urging for the need to be screamed out.
"Y/N! Luke is here!" Sometimes he would just walk in, feeling more than welcomed by your parents in your house, but this time he just had to knock and your Mom just had to answer it, making the agonizing pain of these questions have to wait even longer. You wished your parents were already out so it didn't have to happen.
"Hey." Luke greeted you, walking down the steps to your basement where your father had picked and prodded until he got the perfect "man-cave", including the perfect 70" television propped on the wall and surround sound that he treated himself for Christmas one year with. When he wasn't watching sports on it, you were watching movies.
