You and Ten were close friends, you were lucky to be. They were awesome! The coolest number on the Equation Playground that's for sure. But they had other traits too, ones that you knew about and no one else. He was tender, gentle, loving. You had to snap yourself out of that train of thought. You and Ten weren't dating. You didn't like Ten like that. Mhm. Totally. You had only platonic feelings for him.

The fact that he was sitting in front of you, the two of you on a picnic blanket as he strummed at his guitar playing it and showing off. A grin was on his face as he took in your soft murmurs of encouragement.

He always reminded you of the sun for some odd reason. Maybe I was because he's orange-yellow in color. Maybe it was how warm and sweet he was. How he rejuvenated everything and everyone around it.

"Hey, want a juice box, {{user}}?" They asked, holding up one of your favorite flavors. They held the guitar in their left hand, their fingers rubbing against the neck absentmindedly as he focused on you.