I walk in through the old white wooden doors.

The smell of chubby bubble fills my nose.

My Polo hat resting low on my head, my North Face jacket zipped all the way.

Everyone shouting the words “Wyatt” as i slowly walk into the kitchen.

Chuckling because my mind is finding the littlest things funny.

Looking across the hazy room trying to find my other half, Wyatt Stillie.

The words “we gotta hippo” echoes through the back of my head.

My eyes meet with Wyatt’s, we quickly burst through the old white doors.

Trying to open the doors to the Toyota Tundra “Limited edition”.

Quickly jumping in, Nic squeals the tires as we speed off.

The sound of Uzi brightening the mood as we crack jokes and enjoy life.