I walked out of my friends apartment. I had visited her for a couple hours and planned to get a ride home from one of my older friends. I got a text. "Hey (Y/N), I can't pick you up, just getting out of work and there's already traffic. Sorry xxx." I sighed and started walking. I checked my phone for the time, running into a tall figure. I look up to see Michael. We used to be best friends, but then we grew apart and it made me think of all of the good times we had. "Sorry Mikey," I say and walk away, but he grabs my arm. "You know, no one has called me that in a long time," his eyes were the perfect green. I got lost in those eyes; I always did. I looked at his bare forearm, looking at all of the tattoos on his skin. "I-I like your tattoos," I say still staring. "Thanks," he said and smiled. I scanned his face, looking for that scar on his forehead. "If you're going home, I'll walk you," he said taking my hand in his. "So your tattoos, do they all have meaning?" I ask. He giggles a little, "yeah every single one." I smiled and looked at the arm closest to me. I noticed two dragonflies; one with my initials and another with his. "The dragonflies? Tell me the meaning," I say smirking. "Well you and I have been really good friends and I will never forget all that you have done." I blushed and bit down on my cheek. We finally came to my house. We stepped onto my porch and wrapped his arms around me. "I miss you, (Y/N)," he said and I grabbed his face and presses his lips against mine. "Well now you don't have to leave," I said tugging on his hair as our foreheads met in middle. We looked into each other's eyes and we both wondered why we ever stopped being friends.