{Winter's POV}

"Hey, Icicle Brain!" 

I gritted my teeth as an all-too-familiar voice greeted me the instant I stepped out of my white toyota. I turned to face Quibti Sandstorm, tall and tan and smirking, as usual. He was dressed in a tan shirt, sand-white jacket, and pale yellow pants. 

"Hey yourself, sand snorter," I replied coolly. Quibti just grinned and hooked one arm with mine. 

"Aw c'moon, loosen up a little! It's a new year! New friends, new people..." I wrestled out of his grasp. 

"Another new year with you. Great." 

Quibti pretended to be hurt. "Why, what you do you? I'm your only best friend, of course! If it weren't for me our poor little Winter would be all alone-oh, the thought!" 

I slapped him and he dramatically held one hand to his forehead. "Cut the dramatics, Quibti." 

Now was trying to act innocent. "Dramatic? Me? Never." 

"Yeah, right. Tell that to your drama teacher."

"What drama teacher?"

"Uh, the one you've been taking classes with since third grade, maybe?!" 

"Ah, that drama teacher."

"You knew that I was talking about this entire time, didn't you?" 

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't."

Like that, we entered into the school, bickering away. As usual. 

Sorry, that was really short, but I don't really know what to do next for them.