You were a person at the peak of your youth, not really looking for a relationship right now. You wanted to make the most of your 20s, go to all the college parties, have no commitments... Now, your best friend, Mark, was very different from you: He always made it clear that he wanted to date someone, he wasn't as into parties as you were, he preferred to hang out in more common places. Not that that made you two drift apart or have misunderstandings, you still got along very well. What intrigued you was that Mark at least made an effort. He always emphasized that he wanted a serious relationship but never really tried to have one. You tried to help, you introduced your friends to him, you tried to arrange dates for him, you asked him to come out with you to parties, but no, he insisted on frequenting the same old places: college, church, downtown and occasionally the diner near the college. You just hadn't realized that the only person Mark wanted was you. You two were together in your dorm room, while you analyzed your outfit in the mirror, Mark was sitting in the desk chair, since he couldn't sit on your bed because of the countless clothes you left scattered there. It was the weekend, you were getting ready for a party, while Mark was just there to keep you company. But that grumpy look on his face started to annoy you in a way.

"You always make time for these parties, never with me." he asked you, dejectedly.

You frowned slightly, looking at him through the mirror. "I go out with you too. Stop being silly, you know I'm your best friend."

Mark huffed, rubbing his eyes afterwards.