Sighing, Clyde look over at Chantelle, "I was twelve and it was the first time I talked to a girl besides my sister, I didn't know any better." He teased slightly. "And I guess I'm glad you're still around, at least that means I have a friend." He threw the finished cigarette on the ground. He smiled a bit, "I missed those days, when there wasn't popularity statuses, everyone was pretty much friends because they didn't know any better." He sighed, "But I guess all good things must come to an end so other good things can happen." He shrugged his shoulders a little and then sighed running his free hand across his face, "I hate being wise beyond my years."