I was sitting in the career counsellor's room that summer. High-school was coming to an end and we were all forced to take this lame-ass career workshop. The counsellor sitting before me was an old lady, probably in her 50s and she was writing down certain things on her computer before starting my session with her.

"Well, dear, what is your name?"

When I came out of her room, I found Glen, George and Len waiting for me outside the room with other students. I walked to them with my hands in my pocket, crushing the small career brochure she had given me, "You guys are done with your counselling?"
"Yep. Always ahead of you, fatso," George was a big guy, he was tall, ginger and fucking annoying.
"Shut up, lame ass. Whose talking to you?" I rolled my eyes and looked at Len. Len was just the quiet kind. He was always trying to get laid, but even at eighteen, he was still a virgin. 

Glen suddenly blocked my field of vision with his blonde head, "You wanna go to McDonalds?"
"We still have two classes left, remember?"
"Who the fuck cares? We can skip it,"
"Sure," 

And so we were standing outside the McDonalds, smoking cigarettes and drinking cola from those miniature cans. George and Len were buying fries inside, and possibly hitting on girls. Glen blew some smoke and looked at me, maybe that's when I realized I had grown a bit taller than him. And I wondered if this was the last Glen and I were standing together like this, smoking a cigarette, and after this last puff, we'd throw these half burnt cigarette butts, and go our seperate ways, into different cities, doing different jobs.

"Are you going to University after college?" I looked back into his grey eyes. He grabbed his lip with between fingers and tugged it upwards gently, "Nah, I think I'll work. I'm done studying,"
I laughed, "Internshit,"
"Intershit, indeed,"

I looked straight again and took another puff, our T-shirts were wet in that humid weather. It was going to rain that night, that's what the forecast said. 
"So, no girlfriend?" He asked me and shook my head, "Nah man, just gonna have sex now,"
"Who are you kidding? You only had sex before this too. You aren't the romantic type," Glen had that stupid smile across his face as he said that. 

It's embarrassing to admit but...It was heartbreaking. 

"Why do you always wanna bring girl up?"
"Okay, let's talk about guys. Have you seen Len's ass? Man has the juiciest ass I've ever seen,"
"For real, like goddamn. Like I ain't gay but that ass is something. Maybe that's why he ain't getting laid,"
"Damn right you are. Girls are jealous of his ass,"
"Thicc brotherhood,"

We both stared at each for a second then burst into a laughter, "You're so fruity,"
"Aw man, it ain't gay if its the homies,"

George and Len walked in with two small packets of fries and Bitterballen, "What did we miss?"
"Thicc brotherhood," We laughed. George and Len looked so confused, and it somehow made all of it so much funnier. 

-To be continued