He led them to a small area on campus. There were a few benches, with the once red paint peeling off. Scarlet looked at all of them; especially Charlie. “Hey, old friend, whaddaya say old friend…” she sang softly.
“Make it okay, old friend…” he continued.
“Are we, or aren’t we unique?” Kyle joined in.
“But us, old friend, what’s to discuss, old friend?” Jason added.
“Here’s to us!”
“Who’s like us?”
“Damn few!“