MasukNoah’s Apartment. at 4:17pm.
Noah dropped his backpack and flopped onto his bed, exhausted. His phone was already in his hand, though he couldn’t remember grabbing it.Three new texts.Jay: carter please just talk to meJay: i don’t understand what’s happeningJay: did i lose you?Noah stared at the last one.His thumb hovered over the keyboard.No. You didn’t lose me. I’m trying to help you.But he couldn’t send it. TJoe and Liam strolled without a destination in mind.That was the only way to describe it. Just walking, along Ferris Street and then turning left onto the quieter road leading to the river path.The cold was really setting in now. The kind that slipped through the gaps in their clothing and lingered.Liam kept his hands in his pockets.Joe walked beside him, close enough for their arms to touch occasionally."You're quiet," Joe said."I'm usually quiet.""You're quieter than usual."Liam focused on the pavement ahead. "It's a lot today.""Yeah," Joe agreed. "It is."They continued walking.A few cars passed. A couple walked by on the other side of the street, their dog wanting to stop everywhere."I keep thinking about last year," Liam said.Joe stayed silent."This time last year I was—" He paused, then started again. "I wasn’t truly here. I was somewhere e
The place on Ferris Street was called Margot's.Nobody knew who Margot was. The sign above the door had lost its apostrophe at some point, and nobody had fixed it. The windows were fogged from the inside, which meant it was warm and busy, which meant it was just right.They pushed through the door in a group of eight.The hostess glanced at them still in their graduation gowns with caps tucked under their arms everyone talking at once. She paused for just a second before grabbing menus."How many?" she asked."Eight," Mark replied. "Maybe nine. Ryan, did you invite anyone?""I didn't invite myself; I just came—""Eight," Mark said firmly to the hostess.She led them to the back where two tables had been pushed together at some point in the restaurant's history and never separated. This arrangement was perfect for too many people and not enough planning.They settled in.Coats came off. Menus opened. Someone knocked over a water glass but caught it before it fell.Noah found himself b
The gymnasium erupted immediately the formal quiet replaced by noise and movement. Parents stood. People called out names. The seniors re-entered through the side doors in their gowns, caps in hand, their ceremony shed like old skin.Noah and Joe moved against the crowd toward the edge of the room."Where do we—" Joe started."They'll find us," Noah answered.They stood near the side wall.The crowd swirled around them. Families reunited. Photos were taken. Teachers were hugged by students who had ignored them all year.Mark found them first.He appeared through the crowd still in his gown, cap under his arm, grinning."Well?" he asked."Well," Noah replied."Say it.""Say what?""That I looked incredible up there.""You pointed at your parents.""Powerfully. I pointed at them powerfully." Mark briefly grabbed Noah's shoulder. "Good to see you, Carter.""You too, Mark."Mark turned to Joe. Something genuine flickered in his expression. "You good?""Yeah," Joe said. "Really good."Mark
The gymnasium had changed overnight.Rows of white chairs filled the floor where basketball games were usually held. A stage at the far end was draped in school colors. This temporary setup had taken weeks to create and would be taken down by tomorrow morning.Noah found his seat in the family section with Joe twenty minutes before the ceremony began.The place was already mostly full.Parents were on their phones. Younger siblings were restless. Teachers in their academic robes looked both proud and relieved. The buzz of a room full of people waiting for something significant filled the air.Joe sat down next to him and smoothed his shirt."You're nervous," Noah said."I'm not nervous.""You've straightened your collar four times."Joe placed his hands in his lap. "I care about how I look.""You're nervous.""About Liam, yes. Obviously." Joe gazed at the stage. "It's a big day.""It is.""He walked through a lot to get here."Noah looked at him.Joe's eyes stayed fixed on the stage.
The kitchen was warm.His mom was at the stove. His sister, Maya, sat at the table, scrolling through her phone with the kind of intensity that suggested she was pretending not to be interested in family drama."Morning," Joe said."You look like you didn't sleep," Maya said without looking up."I slept fine.""You look like you slept in your clothes."Joe looked down at himself. "I changed.""When?""Earlier."He was still in the wrinkled t-shirt from last night.He grabbed a plate and started piling food onto it: eggs, toast, fruit, more fruit, and an extra piece of toast.His mom turned from the stove. "That's a lot of food.""I'm hungry.""More than usual?""Extremely hungry."He added a banana.Maya looked up. "Are you eating all of that alone?""Obviously not." Joe stopped. "I mean—yes. Alone. In my room.""Alone in y
Light crept through the curtains in slow gray bands.Liam woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling first, white and slightly cracked near the corner, nothing like his own. Next, he felt the weight of something warm against his side and the smell of someone else's sheets. It was someone else's room.He turned his head carefully.Joe was asleep beside him.They weren't pressed together, as there were a few inches of sheets and morning air between them. But Joe's hand rested flat on Liam's chest, like he had fallen asleep that way and never moved.Liam watched him.His face was soft in sleep. His hair fell across his forehead. His breathing was slow and steady, the kind that suggested he was deep in an untroubled dream.Liam's head throbbed, not painfully, just present. It was the familiar aftermath of too many drinks and not enough water. He recalled the rooftop, the lights, and how he had clung to Joe at the street corner like a child who discovered what it felt like to be held.He remembered
Morning light slipped into the kitchen, painting pale gold stripes across the marble floor.Too clean.Too polished.Way too quiet.Jay sat slouched at the big dining table, hoodie on, still in his school uniform pants. He had one ankle hooked under the chair. His mom scrolled through emails on her
“Joe, wait up!”Joe stopped dead, doing his best not to spill the coffee. When he spotted his friend from chem jogging over, his grin came easy.“Got a spare?” she asked, eyeing the cups.“Sorry, these are—”“Joe.”That voice. No mistaking it.Every muscle tensed up. He turned around, slow like he
Noah stepped out of the shower and wrapped himself in a towel. The apartment felt more silent than usual. His mom was still at work, some late shift that never seemed to end on time. He threw on sweats and a shirt, collapsed onto his bed.His phone sat on the edge of the nightstand, blinking. He gr
Joe shoved his books into his locker, only half-paying attention to the footsteps coming up behind him. He didn’t need to look. Nobody walked like Liam did.Those heavy, confident steps the kind that sent people scattering before he even said a word.“Joe.”He froze, fingers gripping the locker doo







