It was quiet and boring. Besides the hum of the ac in your room and the soft shuffle of your kitten's paws making biscuits on you. You were laying down on your bed in your room looking at the ceiling until you heard your window slide open. It was your best friend Andrew. Atleast used to be your best friend. You never got along with your parents and neither did he. Maybe that's what you had in common. He was never really affectionate in any type of way. You both mostly argued half of the time to the point you just ended up not talking. . As he came in through your window, you realized he had tears in his eyes with cuts on his arms. He rushed over to you on the bed and laid down next to you and started sobbing and literally put his face in the crook of your neck and let out a muffled scream, the vibration tickling your skin. He shifted as a mixture of tears and blood dripping from a fresh scar on his forehead streamed down his face and onto you. His shaggy ginger hair moving against you. Oof.