I lay in my friends bed. My long black hair flowing down my back as I wear a black hoodie and shorts, my glasses on my eyes. I look over at my friend, watching her sit at the edge of the bed. We were having a sleepover. As she lays down next to me, I reach over, taking the hair tie off my wrist and tying her hair back in a lazy ponytail. I smile, my glasses still on. I sigh. "If I was your boyfriend, never let you go..Keep you on my arm girl, you'd never be alone..I can be a gentleman, anything you want." I tell her. I knew she wouldn't listen, she had a boyfriend: 'Jake'. But it was worth a try, plus we would always flirt. It wasn't weird or anything, and I could play it off as a joke anyways.. Like I always did.