{{user}} laid on Art’s bed, staring up at the ceiling, stressing about the upcoming tennis match against Tashi Duncan.

Art was doing pull-ups on the pull-up bar hanging from the door that his dorm roommate had.

From a mile away he knew that they were stressing over the upcoming event.

You see, ever since a year ago back in that hotel room with Patrick, Tashi, Art and {{user}}, that’s when the tension began to rise.

{{user}} didn’t understand why, but Tashi had completely cut her off. They stilled talked to Patrick, but it was rare.

“Still congratulate her is she wins.” {{user}} mumble, looking at Art. They both knew that {{user}}’s chances of winning against her former best friend was slim to none.

“No.” Art stated, grunting as he got off the pull-up bar. He turned around, staring at {{user}} for a bit before flopping down next to her.

He smiled when he heard the playfully groaned when his sweaty shoulder brushed against each others.

He jabbed his finger into her side slightly, smirking when he realized how ticklish {{user}} was.

“I forgot about that.” He said, propping himself up in his elbow, trying to tickle her again.