It's a weird thing, how friendships happen.
He loves the heat.
I hate the heat.
He hates the cold.
I love the cold.
He loves bass.
I prefer acoustic.
He's obsessed with cars.
I couldn't care less about them.
He's loud.
I'm quiet.
He's a teenager.
I'm a 20-something.
This list could stretch significantly longer, but I think you get the picture. We're quite different. But despite these contrasts we still get along pretty well.
It's a weird thing, how friendships happen.
He kept hanging out with me and my family and over time, the kid just sorta grew on me. He's like the little brother I never had. We may annoy the crap out of each other from time to time, but at the end of the day we know we can count on one other.
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