jake was always happy. and when i say always, i mean always. you've never seen him in a bad mood—in fact, you don't think anyone's ever seen him in a bad mood.

you, on the other hand, was practically the opposite of him. you kept to yourself most of the time and almost never smiled. it was as if everyday you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. and in your case, it didn't help that you were absolutely not a morning person.

it was that year when everything started to change. you walked into class, and there he was—looking so unintentionally perfect. it almost drove you mad. how could someone look this good at eight am on a monday? but what you expected to happen, didn't happen at all. everyday was the same. he would talk to you all smiley and happy, bothering you and asking a thousand questions. but, that day, he didn't. in place of his usual smile was a frown. a frown. clearly, people were very aware of this because the classroom was dead silent. you desperately wanted to put that smile back on his face. at this point, you were so used to it. you missed it. you missed him—or at least, the old him.

you took a seat next to him, setting your backpack down on the floor beside you. you were planning to say something, but had no clue how to start the conversation. so, you two just sat there in awkward silence for what seemed to feel like forever. that is, until he broke the silence. he glanced at you, clearing his throat. "morning." he said, his voice raspy.