Conan The Dandelion (Boyxboy) ✔

Graduation wasn't like in the movies.
There were no glorious cap throws, just angry crows of mortarboards swooping down. No elegant tears, only snot and mascara streaks, hastily dabbed away for the camera. High school was over, and the terrifying prospect of becoming 'real adults' loomed.
I wasn't particularly close to anyone, but I knew I’d miss the cafeteria lady with the hairy mole and her incomprehensible Russian jokes. I had applied to a university far from my small hometown, drawn by the anonymity of a bigger city. The thought of blending into the crowd, becoming a 'nobody', intrigued me.
My doctors and therapists had told me that friendship was a medicine, a cure for problems that pills couldn't fix. During the summer, I had traveled through Europe, the vastness reminding me how much there was to discover, too much for one lifetime.
Four hours later, I pulled up to my new temporary apartment, close to the university. It looked like it could collapse at any moment, but I smiled at it all the same. Parking my car beside a jet black motorcycle, I started to take out my luggage when a voice exclaimed, "You must be Conan!"
