High School. The worst place ever for friends. He was a freshman and I was in 8th grade we were barely friends anymore we talked on the bus ride home and that's all. At the time neither of us saw that as wrong. We didn't care it seemed. He had changed. He wasn't my best friend anymore. Not long after that something knocked some sense in his head when he picked back up talking to me when I started my freshman year. We went to the school dance together and had a good night. But that was the last one.
