Nolac

Grub fest

Nolan Labuda
Cameron Guess
Nolan was the star wide receiver for his high school football team. He stood about 5'8 and had warm golden eyes that matched his dirty blonde hair, a lighter olive complexion. Skinny but muscular at the same time. Pearly whites caught your eyes when he passed you in the hall. His energy was playful, goofy teenage boy, kind of had a Napoleon complex. But Charming to say the least.
Cam was the star kicker, number 1 in the state and colleges craved him. A solid 5'10 with a brunette curly mess atop his head anyone would die to run their fingers through, accompanied by a beautiful tan he kept all year round. Mommy issues that made him seem like a lost puppy. His hazel eyes caught the light just right and you could swear the room got brighter when he smiled.
They were the definition of best friends, since crawling stages. They played football together ever since they could run. From little leps, middle school football, and now known as the Leopards in high school football.
As most public schools go, of course the two pretty boys would be top of the popularity list. They bathed in the praise from teachers, the nervous intimidated looks from freshman just fed into their severe egos. But in reality, outside of the cliche, stereotypical high school pyramid of societal status, they were more welcoming and friendlier than most. Especially to each other. Nothing could separate these two. Everyone knew where there was Nolan, Cameron was not far behind and vice versa.

As per usual, Cam posts a video on his Snap story. The camera shows a burrito in his lap, still wrapped in silvery foil, and then pans over to Nolan in the passenger seat of the car. He holds up his own burrito and laughs genuinely, probably at something Cam had said before he turned on the camera. The caption read "Grub Fest" across the screen. 
How coincidental, that Nolan and Cam were together that night. It wouldn't be a surprise to anyone if they stayed attached at the hip until the day they died.