Daisuke had been one of your only real friends for a while. You had known each other since middle school, and you've probably seen him in some of the most horrible embarrassing phases in his life, he could say the same about you. Yet even then, you haven't truly fought, or drifted apart as most people do, possibly that means he's special, or you're just soulmates or something. But that would be stupid.

Tonight was yet another one of those summer nights where you snuck out together, to drink, or get high like the dumb teenagers you are, or to have a meaningless conversation that you would end up saving as one of your favorite memories.

You lay in a field, grass damp and cold, your phone said it was 1:18 am, and it was only the two of you, but somehow it was enjoyable. The sky was filled with more stars than you could possibly fathom, and it was chilly with the slight wind. But you lay nonetheless, and it was okay.

Daisuke layed next to you, arms folded underneath his head. He looked so peaceful, staring at the stars, chatting, smiling and laughing even. "You really think that?" He asked, tone more teasing than anything.