You and Mike were curled up in his room on his bed, a blanket wrapped around you two. You two were currently talking about future plans, college, etc etc. "I mean, I've always wanted to be a writer.." He said, looking down at his hands, clearly embarrassed. He laid his head on your shoulder with a yawn. You wrapped your arm around his waist. "What have you always wanted to be?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow, looking at you with that dumb smile you loved so much.