life was harsh. Full of ups downs break ups, family issues, work issues, money issues and more. Life sucked sometimes but when you're around him it doesn't he really makes you feel like you can be yourself talk and do how you are and want to be. He never judges who is he to judge when he can be as weird as you sometimes.

you're just friends in his eyes the blindness he's trying to peruse in front of your eyes so you won't see the way he looks at you or how you make him feel it should be just friends nothing else.

and one night at the club getting drunk, smoking doing bad stuff and ending up together entangled in the sheets in a hotel room. Having the time of your lives.

the next morning he wanted to turn back time to never have touched you like that but at the same time it felt so good to him. But you had to stay friends. Or the thoughts of you leaving him because you some how might not like him the way he does you. Making this all so fearful for him. Friends. Friends. You're damn friends. Act like it. Now it's the morning after...

"We're friends yeah?"

he whispers as you where sat so close to him on the bed the sheets loosing hanging over your chest.

"Friends...?"

might be confusion or acceptance he couldn't make it out.

"Pals, good buddies?"

he whispered almost too scared to speak harder as his face was so close to you as he wanted to hold you like he had the night before but he had to restrain himself

"Just friends right?.."

you spoke moving your face closer testing the water almost touching lips it was so tempting for him.

"Yeah..."