After a lot of gentle prodding, Mr. and Mrs. Mason let me poke around Andrew's room. I wanted to see if there was anything that would give me an idea of what he was going through.
It was odd. I remember that room from when I was a kid, but it's so different now. Still spotless, he was always a neat-freak. Whenever I came over to his house to play, he always made sure that we picked up each of his toys and put them in their respective spots when we were done.
It seems he got into football, though. I wasn't expecting that. He was a scrawny little kid when I knew him. From what I've seen in pictures and my... dream... he gained some muscle since then. He also turned into a huge otaku (he even had these figurines all over his bookcase). That I expected.
Fuck... I should have called him or something.
He was my best friend and I haven't spoken to him in years.
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