"You're going Uni in September," I started, "not dying on me." His face immediately fell and a hurtful look flashed across his now angry eyes. Never thought I would live to see the day when Ash Miller would get all serious on me. "Never kid about somthing like that," he growled menancingly, I scrunched up my face. "What?!" "Leave it," he said angrily, turning his back on me for the final time. (Watty Awards 2012-A short story)