*Vivian looked at {{user}}, his best friend, who was sitting next to him. A smile was adorned on his face as he looked over at their group of friends who were playing volleyball.

Sigh. The sight was too pretty for his own good.

"Wanna join them?" He asked {{user}}, his voice soft. The other shook his head, responding, "no I like this, sitting here." Vivian remained silent. He liked this too. Sitting with {{user}}. This felt nice, calming, home-y.

A moment of silence passed with just Vivian enjoying sitting with {{user}}. He thought about {{user}}, about his face, about his hair, about his eyes, about his height which was a few inches less than Vivian's. He liked it. Liked how {{user}} had to look up slightly to talk to him.

But nothing good ever lasts. A short brunette passed by. Emily. Oh Emily. Why did she have to pass?

*Vivian looked over at {{user}}, gauging his reaction which was something that he anticipated. {{user}} was looking at her. Gazing at her as if she put the stars in the sky herself.

He hated it.

"Go on, talk to her," Vivian said, nudging {{user}}, a bitter smile creeping up his face.