Ava looked at them with the same expression as Chase and I.
                              
"Sometimes I wonder whether I'm the different one," she pondered.
                              
"I can relate," Chase laughed.
                              
"And no, it's definitely them," I added. "I mean, just look at them. It's ..."
                              
"It is," Ava chimed in. "I need a cookie," she sighed.
                              
After a few confusing minutes, the conversation ended and Code's attention went to Ava.
                              
"I brought the most amazing game! Be prepared for old-school awesomeness!" Code showed Ava the game, she read it, turned it around and seemed to be mulling it over for a second.
                              
"Powerpuff girls?" she asked.
                              
"You didn't?!" I gasped. I had bought this for Codes birthday when he was sixteen years old and we liked to play it on a Sunday morning when we were both hungover.
                              
"That's so cool!" I added.
                              
"Jill, how can you still be so surprised by my amazement?" Code uttered while plugging in the old gaming console he also brought.
                              
"When your amazement only happens every once in ten years, I get to be amazed," I deadpanned.
                              
"This game is for five year olds? Pass," Ava said.
                              
"I'll play!" I suggested. For Code of course. He was looking forward to the game, I couldn't disappoint him in any way.
                              
A few seconds later, Code and I were sitting on the floor and damn, deja vu was flooding my system. The many times we had done this in the past was indescribable. 
                              
I noticed Ava was saying something to Chase but I didn't quite catch what it was.
                              
"Just you and me, we're the normal ones," Chase replied while patting her shoulder. 
                              
I guess I'd reached Code's level for a moment. 
                              
"You know, it's not the same if we're not hungover or h-"
                              
"Younger! You mean it's weird playing it being this old," I tried to save the rest of Code's sentence.
                              
"Younger, really? The least you could do was pick something that starts with an H. Like helicopter," Code teased while nudging me. His eyes glued onto the screen.
                              
"Yes, you're right. It's not the same if we're not hungover or helicopter," I stated calmly.
                              
Ava giggled and a few minutes later, both the kids sat on the floor next to us, waiting for us to tap out so they could play.
                              
"Code, let them play!" I groaned after half an hour.
                              
"I don't wanna," he moaned. "Ugh, fine," he gave Ava the controller and shot her a wink.
                              
"Thirsty?" Chase asked his brother while we got up to sit somewhere more comfortable.
                              
"Beer me up!"
                              
"You, Jill? Wait, don't answer. You were gonna repeat Code," he shook his head and went to grab us drinks.
                              
"We went to see Brent's teacher the other day," Code told us, his expression unreadable.
                              
"And?" Chase asked when he didn't seem to continue.
                              
"It's bad. The teacher said he was doing well. He has good grades, pays attention, doesn't disturb the other kids. She said Brent is, and I quote, one of his best students. How? How is that even possible?" Code ranted. Code was known as a class clown and his legacy will always remain. I want to believe people still talk about him at our old high school.