I met him the first day I moved but we didn’t become friends then.
After a month, I still didn’t have any friends and I became desperate. He realized this and approached me. His name was Max. It didn’t take long for us to become close friends. After all, he lived two house down the street and we were in the same class.
He was quiet during class but during break, he would be the one who usually starts shenanigans and get into trouble. He would often tease girls and play rough with his other friends, but he never bullied anyone. Not every one liked him, but every one definitely knew of him.
Every day after school we would hang out at the play ground but whenever his brother got new games, we would stay at his house and watch Max’s brother play. Thanks to him, we were able to get our hands on new and sometimes age inappropriate games before most of the crowd did.
One day in school, Max realized that whenever I was involved in his mischief, he didn’t get into too much trouble. Of course, we still got into trouble but the punishments weren’t as harsh. Few days later, he introduced me to his group of friends.
I knew of them but that was the first time I was introduced as a friend, one of their own. Jay was a big, Carrot was lanky but strong and Jim always had a smile on his face. It didn’t take long to become good friends with all of them.
It was last day of school when I first met Max’s parents. For a whole year, staying close to him and hanging out at his house, I never met either of them before. Max looked a lot like his father but his mother looked very young, maybe a bit too young to be Max’s mother.