"Joon! Wait for me!" I yelled, running after my best friend. He paused and waited until I caught up to him then started walking again.

"What is it?" he asked, taking my backpack and slinging it over his shoulder.

"First, why do you always take my backpack? I can carry it myself, you know."

"I know. But you have so many books in here, it weighs like a thousand pounds. Too much weight can damage your back, you know," he answered, throwing my words back at me. I sighed.

"Fine. Fair enough."

"And second?"

"Second, I have great news!"

"Does it involve a certain Asian-American boy you love?" Joon teased. I rolled my eyes, knowing he was talking about himself.

"No. But I do love you," I answered. "It actually involves writing and a prize."

"Shut. Up," Joon said. "Really? You signed up for that writing contest?" I nodded. "Kaylee, that's amazing!" he said hugging me. I hugged him back.

"So which one of my stories do you think I should submit? Or should I write another one?" I asked.

"Well, seeing as I've only read every single story you've written, maybe a new one. But have it be a surprise. Don't even let me read it," he said.

"I already know that's not going to happen," I said.

"And why not?"

"Because seeing as you are the most supportive friend ever-"

"Best friend," he corrected.

I rolled my eyes but continued. "Best friend ever, as soon as I tell you I wrote the first chapter, you're going to want to read it."

Joon paused for a moment as if he was going to say something, but ended up nodding. "Yeah, that's true."

"I know it is," I said, smirking. He laughed. His laugh matched his personality. Bright, happy, and friendly. Pretty much the opposite of his looks. He had dark brown eyes, tannish skin, and black hair. He has a round face and when he smiles, his dimples show, making him look like a hamster. It's adorable.

He almost always wears black and he looks good in it, too. I'm pretty sure he knows this, although I've never told him. Other girls are basically in love with him. Until another dark-haired, good-looking guy comes along. His eyes are slightly curved in, since, as he mentioned, he is Asian-American. He knows Korean and agreed to teach me. So far, I only know how to introduce myself, say thank you, you're welcome, and ask if someone speaks English. Which, if I ever go to Korea, will come in very handy.

"So any ideas about your story?" Joon asked. His full name is Namjoon, but since we've been best friends since childhood, I always call him Joon.

"Umm, not yet," I answer. "But I'm sure I'll think of something. The hardest part is coming up with names."

"True," he replied. "But that's why you have me." He bumped his shoulder against mine.

"That is true," I said pointing my finger at him. We stopped at the end of the sidewalk. "Are we going to your house or mine to study?"

"Mine. TaeTae misses you, apparently." I laughed. TaeTae is Joon's little sister. I babysit her when her parents go out or when Joon just doesn't want to. His oldest brother is away at college. So it's just Joon, TaeTae, and their parents.

"So did your teachers assign you any smart-person homework?" Joon asked.

"You're asking as if you don't share every class with me," I said.

"Okay, but I'm not as smart as you."

"That is very true," I said and we both laughed.

"Not," he muttered under his breath.

"I heard that."

"You were supposed to." We both laughed again and continued joking and teasing each other as we walked to his house.