"Oh my god, YES." Darrel replied enthusiastically.

"Wouldn't have mattered if it was your treat or not, YES." he said.

"Woah." Evan muttered. "Didn't quite expect THAT level of enthusiasm." he admitted.

Darrel just sighed and shook his head.

"I'm getting tired of the school pushing me forward as a spokesman for this stuff." Darrel replied. "I'm already valedictorian, among other things, so I need a BREAK." he told them.

"What about you, Sammy?" Evan asked his sister.

Evan just laughed in response.

"You really need to turn down that vampiric charm of yours, Darrel." he said, as they started to walk.

"You know I can't!" Darrel replied. "I wish I could, it drives me nuts that I'm surrounded by brain-dead bimbos that think they have a chance with me because they peaked at age 15." he growled.

"I know, I know." Evan responded.

"You'd think they'd take the hint with how lovey-dovey you are with my sister." he chuckled.

Darrel just sighed.

"Evan and I have been best friends for a while." he replied.

"We just... yeah, that's all there is to it." he said.

"No real special story, no amazing coincidences, no against-all-odds kinda thing... we just met and ended up being really good friends." he told him.

"Helps that your parents and my parents are so close." Evan added.

"That, too." Darrel agreed.

Darrel just shrugged.

"Sure." he replied.

"First impressions are overrated anyway." he chuckled.

"Onwards!" Evan then declared.

"To food!" he finished.

And... as is so often with those that brim with enthusiastic youth...

Their future.