I stepped out of the shower and let my cherry brown hair carelessly fall past my shoulders. I picked out a grey sweater and paired it with a bright plum colored scarf. I grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans and threw on a pair of silver sparkle flats. I fish-tailed my hair down my back and put on a warm hat. The cold December breeze hit my face and sent shivers down my spine as my body adjusted to the temperature change. The snow danced out of the grey clouds putting a soft blanket on the cold streets. I wandered over to the green confines of the park and sat down on the bright red bench next to the yellow blossoms. This is the perfect spot. I thought. It was far enough into the park, and secluded so that I could be alone: Hopefully for at least an hour. I reached into my bag intending to grab my book but got lost in my thoughts instead, I had hardly had any time to myself lately.

Evan: my best friend from middle school. He left our junior year of high school to chase his dream of being a musician. He had been very successful in doing so. We kept in contact as much as possible, but our busy and contradicting schedules sometimes provided too much. It wasn’t until two months ago we had been able to hang out and had my life changed because of it. I graduated high school and found I had more time, college was more flexible. Therefore I was able to travel and support Evan, as well as seeing him when he came to visit. It was working out well. I was happy to be spending time with him, but because of his budding fame the paparazzi followed him constantly, especially when I tagged along. I don’t know if I really want to play part in that. I don’t want my life broadcasted across the continent and even into the US. Evan had accepted the life of cameras flashing and capturing his every movement, but I had a choice. I could choose to back out and fade away, he couldn’t. As much as I despised the bombarding questions and pictures I didn’t want to throw away our friendship over that.

My life used to be so simple. I walked the halls of high school with my best friends and accomplished many things academically. I kept good grades and had the perfect life. When Evan left things got a little weird. I had to figure out what our friendship would look like with him pursuing the life he always wanted. Sure I had other friends but they all understood me on different levels, it was nothing like Evan and I. Evan cared about the things that were important in my life; he didn’t just brush it off like most guys. He listened to what I had to say. In turn we made great friends. He was like one of my girlfriends except he carried almost no drama. It was kind of nice not having to give advice in turn on his life. We never really had gossip on our minds; our conversations were more meaningful than that. None of my other friends really took a step out of the drama and talked about fun random things. That’s what I miss most about Evan, our conversations.

I was then pulled out of my thoughts by someone calling my name. As I looked up I saw a mess of chocolate curls and emerald eyes looking at me. A smile crept up on to both of our faces, reaching from ear to ear. Standing up I ran and jumped into his arms as we embraced in a warm hug, he spun me around and put me down. I think I could handle the cameras for this…