The janitors closet. That's where you always cane to cry. The janitor wasn't at school during the day, and when life got hard it was the perfect spot to just sit and have cry fests and silent rants to the brooms across from you.
Today was one of those days you wanted to be there. You had so much stress. Your friends seemed to be having bipolar feelings about you, you had so much homework, and you didn't have enough money to buy the stuff you wanted. Typical high-school stress.
The bell rang and that signaled lunch. Lunch was kinda long, so you had some time. You slipped down the silent halls, eyes starting to water as you just wanted to cry because it was all bearing down on you. You reached the janitors closet and quietly opened the door. It was gonna be fine and u could just sit down and stress cry, but there happened to be another person sitting there.
You knew him from class. Y'all had math, English, and history together. You just kinda stopped and stared at him. He looked up at you and it was just silent and awkward. After a moment he scooted over, signaling that he wasn't leaving, but that you could sit if you want. Your face was red, your eyes were watery, and you craved the darkness of the closet that let you disappear for a while, so you thought screw it and sat your ass down next to the random boy that was also in the janitors closet.
You leaned your head against the wall, and for a minute it was silent. Kinda awkward, but not to bad. Then the kid started to speak. "What's your name."

"Y/N."

"Oh. That's a nice name. Your in a couple of my classes, right?"

"Ya. What's your name?"

"I'm Wyatt."

"Cool." It was silent again before you spoke up. "Why are you here."

"I'm really stressed."

"Same." You agreed

"Why are you stressed?"

"Just like grades and friends and all that crap."

"Oh. Same." Wyatt mumbled.

"What's wrong with your friends?" You asked.

"Well I don't know if you know this but I'm an actor. I wasn't really well known, but then I got a role in that clown movie, IT, and now I don't know who my true friends are. Some people that didn't give a damn about me before the movie now suddenly want to sit with me and be besties."

"That sucks. You should just stick with the kids that were your friends before or the people who still haven't talked to you, but seem nice. Those people probably don't really know who you are and their friend ship could be genuine."

"That sounds like a good plan. Thanks. What's up with your friends?"

"Oh mine...they are just crapy. Like we don't have that much in common anymore, and they are very judgmental. I can't really talk to them or be myself around them."

"You should ditch them. They aren't worth your time. Find some new ones. It doesn't really matter who, as long as they like you for you." Wyatt commented

"That's some good advice. I will most likely do that."

A contented silence settled over the pair as they thought over what the other had said.

"I saw you movie."

"What?"

"I saw you movie. IT. It was pretty good. Well made."

"Thanks." Wyatt smiled. "Do you play switch?"

"How did you know?"

"It's sticking out of you bag." Wyatt laughed. "You wanna play?"

"I would love to." You smiled grabbing your switch as he grabbed his.
And that is how you ended up in the janitors closet playing on your Nintendo switch with Wyatt Oleff.