“We’ve never done anything together that I’ve actually cared about,” I thought to myself as I kicked my boots off at the door and walked inside. I used to go out every night with the guys; we would hit the streets and just be ourselves. I miss the long nights of driving on the interstate at all hours. Going on countless road trips to wherever the roads took us, stopping every hour to take pictures in a new spot, and the endless smiles. Now I just work 24/7 and stay home. I set the bag of takeout on the counter and flipped on the kitchen lights.

“Hey, I’m back!” I shout to my roommate as I sit down at the counter to eat my much-needed dinner.

“Where’s your boo at?” Josh says to me as he walks down the hall.

“She’s working, she’ll be here for the game,” I answer as I quickly open my half-wrapped quarter-pounder from McDonald’s. We have been planning to watch this game for months; it was the college lacrosse championship.

“I’m Homeeeee,” we hear come from the front door as it swings open to my lovely girlfriend standing there with her restaurant clothes and purse in hand. She runs over and gives me the biggest hug.

“What time is the game? She asks as she sits down next to me and grabs the fries from my bag. “Like 6-7, Why what’s up?” I say, “welllll, I got invited to go to Carly’s, so I’m gonna go over after half of the game,” she says back, while taking a bite of the not-so-fresh fries. I just stare at her, then nod my head, taking a bite out of my burger. “What,” she says, putting the fries back on the counter, “We’ve never done anything together that I’ve actually cared about,” I say. She sits in silence, Josh and I talk about how good the game is gonna be. She finishes her food and then walks up to our room without saying a word.