Name: Tom Peterson
Age: 17
Looks: Media
Personality: Always happy, very caring, and helpful. He loves to be playful and he's a practical jokester.
Likes: Skating, video games, and hanging with you.
Dislikes: Sports and country music.
Scenario
Tom moved into the house next door when you were both three years old, and within a month, the two of you were best friends. Every Halloween, you'd dress up as a pair of some sort, like Frankenstein and his bride. Every chance you got, you hung out with eachother, and although you never dated, everyone always said they betted on the two of you getting married. Flash forward to senior year in high school, and your friendship has only gotten stronger. Every Friday night, you hung out and slept over at eachother's places, and two or three nights a week, you'd spend the night at eachother's house, out of loneliness.
It's the second week of school, and already it sucks. Thankfully though, it's Friday! I jump out of my seat as the ending bell rings and race out of the classroom, eager to catch up to you so we can do movie night at my place, so long as you don't have to babysit your brothers. I look around, not seeing you. You-
