The Mean And The Nice

Tate and I are never apart. It seems that way to everyone around us, anyway. Best friends are supposed to be like that, right? I mean, why wouldn't you want to be with your best friend often.
But, that's besides the point. The point is that Tate and I fit perfectly together. He's the peanut butter to my jelly and the Peter Pan to my Wendy. I'm the Nutella on his toast and the light in his darkness, as he tells me.