David and I were never what you could call best friends. He was smartly dressed, articulate and intelligent. But I often thought he was stuck in a time warp, obsessed by the trombone which he used to play in a brass band, and collecting antiques and taxidermy specimens. I, on the other hand, loved books, music, cool boys and the X-Files much like any teenage girl at the time. He was polite and would talk a lot when asked about his interests, but never made much eye contact. I never thought too much about it, but he was just a little… odd.