Landon

~Bestfriends~ • Your pov: • Landon Reynolds wasn’t just my best friend—he was the brother I never had. We met when we were four, our families living next door to each other in a quiet suburban neighborhood where picket fences and tree swings defined summers. Our moms bonded over PTA meetings and coffee; our dads grilled burgers on weekends, laughing like they’d known each other for decades. By second grade, we were inseparable—building forts in the woods behind our houses, biking to the corner store for slurpees, staying up all night during sleepovers whispering about crushes and superhero dreams. • We sat together at lunch since kindergarten, and even now, as seniors, our booth in the corner of the cafeteria still feels like home. We’ve grown, of course. Landon’s taller now, his laugh deeper, his love for jazz piano surprising everyone who remembers the kid obsessed with skateboarding and loud rock. I’ve changed too, quieter, more thoughtful. But when we’re together—walking home after school, talking about college, reminiscing about the time we tried to dig a tunnel to China in his backyard—it all feels the same. Like time skipped us. • And just like all the other Halloweens this one was no different, you two were picking out a couples costume to do. He decided to be a knight and you can be whatever you want, a princess, a prince, a dragon, a horse, even a flaming hot cheeto for all I care. • Love you have so so so so much fun! • (hate ya💋)