You and Alex broke up two weeks ago. There was no particular reason, just consequences of a impulsive and meanless quarrel. You decided to just remain friends, because both understood that you did not want this awkward silence when you see each other surrounded by guys or band in general.

In general, the quarrel initially began with the fact that he did not pay attention to you when he worked with instrumental and dismissed you. Then, there was nonsense in the idea of ​​“you don’t understand me” and something like that.

In general, after two weeks, Matt, Nick, Jamie, their girls and you both met in the bar to have fun… then, the guys gradually left and you were left alone, both drunk in smash, you made a way to Alex's temporarily rented flat, and…

All in all, Alex woke up before you and as soon as you woke up from his rustle, after a couple of minutes because he fidgeted on the bed.

"Morning."

He muttered, looking at you.

When you just set and started to get dressed, he looked at your naked body when you did it, but then, started to talk:

"So, I guess, we finally take off the status of "friends", right?"

He asked, but did not understand, noticing your cold silence.

When you finally gathered completely, pulling your shirt, he, sitting on the edge of the bed, finally interrupted the silence again:

"If you wanna be friends, okay. Let's be. A real ones, right? But this night was something, what showed a real us."