"This is not a good idea." I tell Dante.

He shrugs. "We're going anyway."

I sigh and get into his car, wondering why I'm going along with this. It's been a year since I last saw him and I don't know what possessed me to agree to go to this basketball game with him when he asked me. I told my friends it's because I need a break from college but I know they saw through my bullshit.

I think it's just because I miss him a lot. Being around Dante was great and I really took it for granted when we were together. Now he's a big shot baseball player and even though we are still "friends" (whatever the hell that means), I never get the chance to see him anymore.

"You know, you should be excited. This is the NBA Kennedy! Court side seats!"

"The Knicks are shit."

"You're breaking my heart."

I almost ask again but I hold my tongue. The conversation dwindles and I lean back in my chair.

When we broke up, I vowed that I would find a way to avoid being alone with him at all costs. Knowing myself, I'd probably just become a crying mess and even though I have not cried in forty three days (it's a record), I can feel my eyes prick with tears as I think of all the good times we had. Maybe this can be another good time before I go back to avoiding him.

"How's college going?" He asks. I shrug.

"There's so much to do before I graduate and all I wanna do is sleep." I admit.

He chuckles. "Hope I'm not taking up too much of your time."

"Oh no. I'd probably be procrastinating in some other way, at least with you I'm guaranteed to have fun."

Dante smiles to himself. I don't know what he's thinking. I wish he'd tell me because I don't know if it's appropriate to ask.

"What made you wanna bring me to a Knicks game anyway? You know I hate them."

"Your irrational hatred for the New York Knicks has to be deeprooted in something."

"The Nets are better."

"You're shitting me, right?" He cackles as he approaches traffic. Dante turns to me with his stupid little mustache and shakes his head. "You're actually shitting me."

I fold my arms and look away. "I am very serious. The Brooklyn Nets are the superior New York team."

"Kennedy, that's like saying the Kings are better than GSW. We both know it ain't true."

"Oh whatever." I roll my eyes but look to him again. We make brief eye contact and he smiles again. This time I almost slip up and ask him about what he's thinking but I manage to control myself again. I don't like that I've lost that privilege but I have to live with it.

"What are you thinking?" He asks me.

Huh. Maybe I haven't lost that privilege.

"About how bad this game is about to be." I joke. The exasperated look he gives me in the mirror is almost funny. Almost. "I kid, I kid. I was just thinking about the last time we hung out."

"Oh." He clears his throat. "That was a while ago."

"Yeah. Tyler and Stacy's anniversary."

"Did you see that coming at all?" He asks me. Even though I saw it from a mile away, I shake my head no to make him feel better. "I didn't either. Like... at all. At all. He didn't even talk about it with me!"

I shrug. "It was crazy, huh?"

He sighs loudly. "They're literally perfect for each other though. I don't know why it took them so long to get together."

"Yeah." I let out a loud sigh and smile at my fingers, feeling the familiar sensation of tears build up behind my eyes. If he notices my expression, he doesn't say anything about it. I think it's for the best.

After struggling through the all too consistent New York traffic and finally finding a spot to park his car, we reach the Garden. I take off my coat, showing my Toronto Raptor's t shirt. Dante glances at me passively, but then does a double take when he sees my shirt. The expression on his face is priceless.

"Now you and I both know damn well you ain't no Raptors fan!" He says, putting his hands on his hips. I gasp. "Have you even been to Canada before?!"

"Um... yeah? Last summer! Haven't you?"

"Of course I have." He rolls his eyes, visibly agitated. "Kennedy, I can't believe you'd do this to me."

This is very hilarious to me. I try to hide my grin but he notices and scoffs, walking ahead of me slightly. "Oh come on, Dante! You know I hate the Knicks!"

Some fans turn to glare at me, but I don't really care about them.

"But you know this is too far!" He says, sounding genuinely hurt. And also very whiny.

"Too far? It's a t shirt?"

"It's not just a t shirt though. It's a declaration!"

What the hell is wrong with this man?

"Why are you so mad at my t-shirt?" I frown. I expected him to be a little annoyed, sure, but overall? I thought this would be funny. "It's just a basketball game! We can go to another?"

"Can we?" He says and turns around.

"Duh!" I wave my hands in the air. "There'll always be another game!"

To my surprise, he seems even more upset by my answer and turns around again, walking briskly. I have to hurry after him. He slows down only a little bit as we reach the ticket stand. I hurry up to stand next to him, while the security guards goes through the routine checks. Dante waits for me to finish the process wordlessly and doesn't even say anything when I show him my puppy dog eyes. They used to work a charm but I guess the magic's worn off.

Him ignoring me mean's there's something he doesn't wanna talk about. However, my guilt means I'm gonna have to get it out of him somehow. And I'm not sure my old tricks are gonna work.

"Dante, seriously?" I say. He all but glances at me. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry for upsetting you with my t-shirt."

"You don't get it though." He says.

"What don't I get?"

He stops walking and faces me properly. "Kennedy, it's the end of basketball season and the beginning of baseball season. I'm probably gonna be busy in the post season too, and you're going all the way back to LA after the summer, to work, be an adult, whatever. We're not gonna be in the same city and who knows if we're gonna be able to hang out like this again."

I stare at him, feeling my guilt grow. I didn't realise this was such a big deal, but I also wasn't really thinking about all the changes coming our way. I mean, I knew they were imminent but I always assumed that he'd still be a phone call away, even if I didn't wanna be alone with him. Maybe that was selfish of me to assume but I couldn't help it.

A part of my mind is wondering if he's overreacting just slightly. It is just a t-shirt. And I know damn well the Knicks aren't even his all time favourite team.

But still, I'm not gonna push it. If this is the last time we hang out together properly, then I don't want him to be upset with me, even if it is over something small.

"Okay, I'm sorry." I mumble, scratching the back of my neck.

"It's -"

"Hey, excuse me but are you Dante Correll?"

We both look away from each other, breaking the little bubble of communication we accidentally created. There's a middle aged man with a a bright orange Knicks hat standing by us. He's clutching an iPhone, and looks super excited.

Dante smiles. "Yeah, that's me."

"Oh, it's nice to meet'cha, man! I was watching your games last week, you were amazing!"

He showers Dante with praise. I edge away, slightly embarrassed, up until he asks for a photo. Then I swoop in and take his iPhone, snapping a few photos and smiling as he thanks us.

Dante doesn't say anything but he seems to have relaxed. I wonder if I should bring up the previous conversation and decide I'm gonna do my best to be nice to him today.

"That happen to you a lot?" I ask instead.

"Yeah, sometimes." He shakes his head. "But it's fine. It's not like I'm actually famous."

I smile at him. "Yes you are. Didn't you just break, like a million Instagram followers?"

He puts his hand behind his head, pretending to be all coy. "You noticed that, huh?"

I laugh at his antics. He smiles at me and the two of us head to the game, finding our seats with ease. After the national anthem, we sit down and wait for the first jump ball, easing into the sport and commenting on it together.

When we were younger, basketball was the only thing I could talk to him about without feeling like an over emotional mess. And then, when we were together during college, we used to have dates over FaceTime, watching whichever team well into the early morning hours. Sometimes, he'd fall asleep and I'd look at his big head through the webcam before hanging up, or I'd fall asleep myself and wake up with a drained phone battery.

It was always a good time. I miss those days.

"You were right." Dante says, head buried in his hands. "The Knicks really do suck."

I burst into laughter. "It took you, what, twenty three years to figure that out?"

"Twenty three years." He repeats and sighs loudly. I grin at him as Carmelo Anthony scores a layup. It cuts the lead to a mere twelve points.

I lay off teasing him properly, mostly because he seems upset already and I don't wanna piss him off again. That being said, I don't let my Raptor's shirt go unnoticed, wearing it proudly. I'm pretty sure one of the player's grins at me while I'm cheering them on.

After a timeout is called, I notice a man with a camera coming on over our way. I shake Dante and point at it, and he actually seems happy when the announcer calls his name, showing a wide grin and waving. His face is on the jumbotron, and so is a little bit of my hair, which looks terrible but I'll deal.

"And you said you weren't famous." I say, just loud enough for him to hear.

"Well." He nudges me. "The people love a humble man."

"Humble?" I laugh and he messes up my hair even further. "Hey!"

"It looks better this way. - wait, do - ta daa!" He says, making my hair go over my face. I really wanna fight him.

"You are so annoying." I reply, brushing my hair out of my face, noticing the camera is now on the both of us. He sticks his tongue out at me and I roll my eyes. Then, I remember that I'm on the big screen, and pulling faces probably won't do me any good.

At half-time I go get some over-priced popcorn, in a good mood. I get a phone call from Nicole and pick up, relieved to be out of the arena.

"Hey! What's up?" I say, upbeat.

"Are you two back together?" She asks, enunciating every word. It should drain me, but it's kinda invigorating.

"No, why?"

"Because you're being total couple goals during this damn game!" I hear Stacy holler in the back. "WHY was he touching your hair?! WHAT is all the smiling and waving for?! DID YOU KNOW that they put a love heart filter over the two of you?!"

"They can do that?" I ask. Damn, technology really has come a long way.

"Kenny! Focus!" She yells.

I release a loud sigh. "It's not this serious, guys. We were just messing around, it didn't mean anything."

"But he was literally looking at you with heart eyes." Stacy whines.

"No he wasn't."

"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt!"

I roll my eyes. "Stacy, you need to calm down. Relax. Go eat some dinner, it's like six back home."

"But Kenny! -"

I hear a slight struggle and hushed curse words. Then, Nicole takes over the phone. "Kennedy, I'm gonna ask you one time. Is this a good idea?"

"Is what a good idea?" I reply, avoiding the point. I know what she's talking about, and I know that it's not a good idea. It's a terrible idea for us to be on a date - not - date, when we're trying to be friends and when I still have feelings for him.

But I'm sick and tired of pretending that I'm okay with being broken up. It was mutual at the time and it still kinda is, but that shit everyone spews about first loves staying with you really is true, and it's like some sort of disease. I never thought I was that sentimental, but...

"You know what I mean. Being alone with Dante, on your dream date in Madison Square Garden and the shitty Knicks... is that a good idea?"

"Yeah." I lie. "I'm having fun, and so's he."

Nicole keeps silent. "Stacy, you owe me fifty bucks."

Stacy cusses. "Why does she owe you fifty bucks?" I ask, wondering if I really wanna know the answer. I mean, I do. But then again, do I really?

"We bet on you guy's relationship." She says casually. "She said y'all would just stay friends. I said the opposite."

I scoff. "We are staying friends."

"And the swimming pigs in the Bahamas secretly wanna be cows." She says. I pause, wondering where the hell she was going with that.

We talk for a while, leading into the third quarter, when I suddenly remember that I left Dante alone during the game and briskly hang up on my friends. Luckily he seems to be preoccupied by a very pretty yet also random woman sitting in my seat. They're laughing and she's got her hand on his arm. It's alarmingly intimate.

I try to be rational but the all too familiar feeling of jealousy almost sours my brain. But then I tell myself that there's no reason to feel this way, and it helps. Kinda.

With my new attitude, I walk over to where they're sitting and show a smile. Dante spots me immediately.

"You took your time." He teases. "What happened?"

"Oh, Nicole called me. Hi there." I wave at the lady and sit in the empty seat beside her. She's super pretty. Wow.

"What'd she say?" He asks, peering over her.

"Who, Nicole? She's watching the game too, she said she saw us on the jumbotron."

"Oh." He wrinkles his nose up and then seems to remember he has an insanely pretty girl sitting between the two of us. "This is Cassidy. She's a fan." He introduces.

"Of the Knicks or of you?"

She laughs but I was being serious. "Both."

"Nice." I say. It's not that nice. Dante peeks over her to smile at me. I want to ignore it, I really do, but... "What?"

He smiles some more. "Nothing."

Cassidy says something about one of the players and his attention is snatched up by the game. I face it too, trying to extinguish the burning sensation in my chest. When, in the short break, she doesn't leave, I resolve myself to getting more popcorn, even though it's overpriced and I'm full. Just for something to do with my hands. Dante doesn't even see me leave.

For someone who was so upset earlier about not being able to hang out with me like normal again, he's sure having a great time not hanging out with me.

He sends me a message asking me where I am when I'm on my way back to the seats. I decide to ignore it, thinking he'd understand when he sees me and my surplus popcorn. And he does.

"Kennedy? Where'd you go?" He asks, peering over Cassidy, who is still here. Seriously? When I go to say hi to someone, I leave after about five minutes because shit gets awkward. But she's been here for at least forty minutes and - whatever.

"I went to get popcorn." I say, surprised at how warm and buttery my voice sounds, considering I'm majorly pissed off for reasons I don't want to admit to myself. Not just yet. "Something happen?"

"No..." He bites his bottom lip. "I was just worried."

"You don't have to be worried." I say, and my smile says you should be worried. However, he's lost the ability to read my face because he just shrugs and turns back to the game.

Hm.

Of course, the Knicks lose, and Dante's sulking slightly, but I'm not paying any attention to his feelings because he's chatting quietly with Cassidy, who didn't pick up any of the massive hints I dropped to move when I oh-so-lightly nudged her with my elbow about five hundred times. She really sat in between us and laughed at the stupid things his big head said that I couldn't hear because she was sitting between us and sound amazingly doesn't travel well in a loud arena filled with people yelling. She didn't even laugh at the things he was saying properly. He doesn't like it when people have nothing to say to him. She was supposed to say something back. And she didn't.

She just sat there in my seat and commanded all of his attention. My jealousy knows no bounds. I haven't cried in like, five days, but I might just start now.

"I'll dm you later, cool?" Cassidy says as we start to leave. Dante looks at me. I look away.

"Cool." He says. "See you around."

She gives him a hug and then has the audacity to give me a hug, and tell me that I'm super nice before walking away.

"She was nice." He says.

"Very." I reply. "And she seems cool."

He shrugs. "I mean... Does she?" I stare at him and he apparently feels like he has to explain himself. Which, don't get it twisted, he does. "You know? She kept laughing at all the things I said, but even I know I'm not that funny so I think she's a little fake."

See!

"Aw." I say as unsympathetically as I can. We climb the stairs, silently. I wonder what he's thinking about but I'm too

"Plus, we didn't really get to talk because she was there. And she clearly didn't get the sport of basketball." He wrinkles his nose. "Hey, when are you leaving the east coast?"

I shrug as we reach the foyer. Immediately, Dante sidles up next to me. He puts his hand out to do something but then retracts it. "A few weeks after graduation, maybe? I'm gonna spend some time with my cousins, and my grandparents before I go."

"Oh. Well..." He clears his throat. "Will you let me know?"

"Yeah? Sure."

He looks down. "Good. Okay. Cool. Hey - did you want a new t shirt to cover up that abomination?"

It takes everything in me not to glare at him. Instead I laugh like Cassidy, and keep it moving past the team store. He keeps up with me easily, trying to convince me that I need a new shirt, until I stop, right by the doors to The Garden, in front of a whole bunch of people.

"If I buy a new shirt, will you shut up?" I ask.

He grins. "Yes."

How do I tell him I don't want him to shut up?

"Fine." I say, huffing and sighing dramatically. I grab his hand, really thinking about what I'm doing, and drag him behind me to the team store. Since he's taller than me and generally walks faster, he matches my pace easily and very quickly, I'm not dragging him behind me. We're just walking and holding hands. No big deal.

"This one." He says, pointing to a grey sweatshirt with a big old Knicks logo on the front. "Wear it. It'll look amazing."

"It's hot outside." I counter.

"My car has air conditioning. I can recreate sweater weather, just for you." He says. When I look to him in disbelief, he winks at me.

I roll my eyes. "Whatever."

He beams as I let go of his hand and pick up the sweatshirt, wondering what I'm doing here. This really was a bad idea. Like borderline horrific. But, I digress.

After I finish inspecting it, Dante plucks it from my hands and heads on over to the cash register. I follow him, alarmed.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Buying this for you." He says as I hurry after him. He can sure walk fast when he wants to.

"But-"

"Don't think about it. Just stand next to me and look pretty."

"But -"

"No thinking."

"- That's a seventy dollar sweatshirt."

He checks the price. "Thanks for that observation."

"You can't spend seventy dollars on me like that. I'm not -"

"Kennedy." Dante says in that edged voice that means he's putting his foot down. I still want to fight this, but words don't come out of my mouth when I open it. He grins down at me when he realises I'm not going to say anything and walks forward int he line I'm currently holding up.

He pays for it with a few taps of his card. "Don't say thank you." He warns me.

"Thank you." I say as he hands me the bag. "You really didn't have to do that."

"I know." He says. "But you didn't have to come all this way down to New York to watch your least favourite basketball team get beaten by a team from out the country and you did. So..." He shrugs. "It was the least I could do... especially since... never mind."

"Especially since what?"

He looks down. "Nothing."

Should I? I shouldn't.

"Okay." I say.

As we leave the team store, he sidles up next to me, and reaches his hand out again. And like last time, he puts his hand away.

-

"That was fun." I say as he pulls up in front of my hotel. Dante is silent, and keeps his eyes trained on the road in front of him. I feel the need to fill the space around us with chatter. "It's not everyday I sit that close to the action, you know? Those were great seats."

"We can do that again." He says. I think of what he said earlier. "I mean, when I come home for vacation or something. We can go see the Lakers, or, I don't know, drive to Arizona?"

"To see the Suns? Dante, are you insane?"

He actually smiles. "You didn't know I loved suffering?"

"You need to leave me outta that." I tell him, happy he's smiling and acting normal. The ride back was mostly quiet, with a few comments about the traffic, weather, and oddly, how nice his car smelled in contrast to the outside. Then, when we got really quiet and in our feelings, he turned up the radio. I was thankful at the moment, but it meant we didn't speak to each other, and now I feel awkward.

And I'm not good when I'm awkward.

"Hey listen, Kennedy... thanks." He says.

"For what? You know I like hanging out with you." I dismiss. I need to get out of this car before he makes me feel more things.

"Yeah, but... you know. I know it's kind of... weird - at least for me - and you didn't have to come all this way, but you did. And I just want you to know, I really appreciate you. Like, a lot."

I feel like a genuine keyboard smash. Like, a scramble of letters that don't make any discernable words, and I really should've just got out of his car when I had the chance. Especially since my tear ducts are starting to wake up again.

"It's okay." I say quietly. "I had fun -"

Someone knocks on the window and the two of us look up from each other. It's a bellhop. When Dante winds down the window, he gasp.

"Hey! You play baseball!" He says.

Dante smiles. "I do. Er... mind giving us a minute?"

The bellhop rubs his chin. "I'm sorry sir, but I'm going to need you to move your car, just for the time being. If nobody's getting out, that is."

Dante sighs and looks to me. "Mind going for a drive? I wanna talk..."

A drive? Talk? I -

"Sure. Okay." I mumble and put my seatbelt on again. He thanks the bellhop once more and closes the window. Then he speeds off.

"What did you want to talk about?" I ask almost immediately.

He shrugs. "I told that girl Cassie -"

"Cassidy." I interrupt him. He gives me a weird look through the mirror. "What? You got her name wrong."

"Okay... well, I told Cassidy when you went to get popcorn the second time that you were my girlfriend."

I choke on nothing.

"Huh?" I say, after my absolutely ridiculous coughing fit. "Whatever made you do that?"

He shrugs. "Would you jump out of my car if I told you a part of me still wanted that to be true?"

"Yes."

He locks the doors to the car. Then, he clears his throat.

"Well, a part of me still wanted that to be true. So I said it."

Maybe I should say something.

"Oh... well."

There! The ever articulate Kennedy Freedom Johnson has said what she needs to say.

Dante side eyes me. "That's it?"

What does he want me to say or do? I lean my head back against the seat and wonder if I should cry or just laugh and make a sarcastic joke. The tiny voice in the back of my head is telling me to revert back to my teenage ways and overthink the very uncomplicated sentence he presented me with, which would probably translate to tears, or worse, silence. Or I could just take him seriously, and talk through it like an adult.

"Are you gonna say anything?" He asks.

"Sorry, I'm just thinking of how to approach this." I say. He visibly tenses.

"Did I say too much?"

Yes. "No, I'm just - you know me. I'm always overthinking things, right?" I joke but then the all too familiar stinging sensation starts and I'm blinking rapidly. I laugh. "Oh my God."

He glances at me. "Open the glovebox."

"What?" Dante just gestures towards the glovebox and ends up opening it for me. There's a packet of Kleenex pocket tissues. "I'm not crying."

"Kennedy,"

"Thanks."

"It's okay." I take the tissues and roll it around in my hands. "I'm sorry I put you on the spot like this, I just had to get it out."

"I get it." I tell him.

"Like -" He sighs. "I didn't think I'd feel like this, and I almost convinced myself that everything was fine, but then you smiled at me when I came to pick you up and it was pretty much over for me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. And I just wanted to like... I don't know, hold your hand or something cringey? But I didn't want to be cringey." He shakes his head. "This whole thing is cringey. I'm gonna be thinking about this for a month after I drop you off and - Kennedy, can you please say more than three words so I don't feel like an idiot?"

"I - I don't know what to say." I push my hair back out of my face and stare at the street we're driving in. "I'm trying to like, think of what to say and how to say it. You get me?"

"Honestly, if you just start talking like I was, so much bullshit will come out and you'll be speaking and speaking aimlessly."

He's being serious but this makes me laugh. And then he starts laughing too, and we're both laughing about nothing in particular until my eyes start watering.

And then I start crying.

"Aw, Kennedy." He says. He knows better than to tell me not to cry by now. I'm gonna cry anyway and he's just gonna haveto deal with it.

"I'm overwhelmed." I admit. "This is a lot."

"Should I have just texted you all this?"

"No, because then I would've been alone when I was crying, and I'd rather be with you." I say and dab my eyes with a Kleenex. He sighs. "How did you know you'd need these?"

"I figured you'd cry if the Knicks somehow won tonight, so I put them in there just because of that." I smile.  "But then I caught feelings." He takes a deep breath. "Why'd we break up again?"

I shrug. "We were both busy and barely talked all month. Or something."

"That was a shitty reason."

"Yeah. Super shitty."

"The shittiest."

"I have no more superlatives." I say, trying to be jokey. But my voice's all choked up because I'm crying so it doesn't sound that funny. He laughs anyway, because he's always tried to make me feel better. "But for real."

"What's for real?" He asks quietly as I dab my eyes. I take a deep breath and watch the roads change, thinking of how to tell him I'm still kind of sorta really truly and deeply infatuated with him too.

This is a lot for me to process. But I guess Stacy owes Nicole fifty bucks.

"You know... how we said we'd be friends when we broke up?" I touch my index finger tips together, averting my eyes away from him. I don't want to see his reaction, even though I'm almost positive I know what it'll be.

"Yeah."

"Well..." I tap my fingers together and wince. "Can we... not do that?"

"You don't wanna talk to me anymore?" He concludes. He's very stupid, but I don't think this is the time to remind him of that. I doubt he'd appreciate it at this very tense time in our lives.

"No... like... the opposite."

I look up because I know he's not getting it. And I'm right, he's staring at the road, processing what I'm saying. And then it clicks.

"Ah."

"Can we be more than friends?" I ask quietly.

"Like - Right." He glances at me once, a smile creeping up on his face.

I squirm, feeling like I'm fourteen again and I have a ridiculously embarrassing crush. But can you blame me? This was ridiculously embarrassing. And I do mean ridiculously.

"Okay." He says simply. I release a breath and feel the tightness in my chest fade. "That's cool with me. What about with you?"

"I mean, I suggested the idea."

He reaches out and takes my hand from my lap, holding it tightly and bringing it to his lips. Dante kisses the back of my hand softly and smiles, glancing at me. I feel my heart flutter and pull in many different directions, up until it feels like it's about to burst. But I wouldn't mind if it did, unless I like, you know, died.

I'd mind if I died.

"You know what?" He says, as we pull up by my hotel again. The bellhop notices the car and I make the necessary dramatic movements to get out of the car so he doesn't tell us to move again. "Why don't you come and stay with me tonight?"

I think of the hotel room I paid for, then squash those dumb thoughts because I've seen he's renting a really nice place on his snapchat, and I want to see it for myself. Plus... yeah, it's Dante.

"Wait for me while I get my stuff?" I say, getting out of the car. He rolls down the window and I poke my head in.

"I'll be right here, Slugger." He says, smiling his big old smile.

Maybe this was a good idea after all.

a/n:

it's three thirty am and I remembered I wrote like 80% of this in 2018 so I thought I'd finish it and post it. I don't even know if I like it, it's three thirty am and I'm tired and a little sick bUT IS THIS AN EPILOGUE? MAYBE! IS IT OVER 5K WORDS OF MESS? YES! WILL I WRITE SUM MORE? WHO KNOWS ! WILL IT BE POSTED ANY TIME SOON? VERY UNLIKELY OF THAT AND I AM NOT MAKING ANY PROMISES BECAUSE IDK WHATS GONNA HAPPEN

HOPE EVERYONE'S BEEN GOOD THIS PAST YEAR! WHAT Y'ALL BEEN UP TO. LET'S HAVE A DIALOGUE LOL I'm going to bed bruh it's three thirty am