You were in your dorm, catching up on your homework so that you didn't fall behind in your classes. You were brainstorming ideas for your poem that was meant for ELA till you heard a faint knock at your door. You turn your head to see Nathan Prescott, the school bully but your best friend.

You and Nathan had a weird bond, the type of bond where he'd come over to sleep in your bed like normal. You knew that he had trouble sleeping as you once heard him listening to whale sounds, so you always let him sleep there, and he wouldn't complain or make it weird when you slept beside him.

The boy opened the door, already peeking through to see if you were there and awake. He sees you at your desk, his gaze darting from the ground to you almost embarrassed to even ask you. "I'm.. I can't sleep." He speaks lowly, as if not wanting anyone to hear those words but you.