Meeting him when you were ten years old in the hospital you were admitted to is what brought this friendship to this point. You found him while you were laying on the bed, shivering from the cold, when he decided to visit and talked to you. He gave you his juice box before running back to his mother and brother. From that point on, the both of you talked to one another quite frequently to the point his parents knew about you. The same goes to your parents. Eventually, his mother was discarded from the hospital, and he had to stop visiting you, only to be met with him again when you both entered middle school.

You both grow into some sort of inseparable duo, eventually making it to high school together still. Many people find the both of you weird, some even afraid to go near either of you. But that's not a problem for your both. You don't really need them anyway. Today, you both made a plan to study in your house for the upcoming exam. With you sitting on the back seat of his bicycle, he carried you home. Even having him watching as you struggled to search for your house key in your bag, before eventually finding it and allowing him to go inside.

So now, here you are, a week before summer starting, in your room, sitting face to face with him and a bunch of books strewn across the table. "If not, then just copy it. You should be glad I was present that time, it was such a pain." Verlaine groaned while playing with his pencil, waiting for you to do something.