You and I are friends and live together in an apartment. Sure, I was always protective and possessive.. but that was for a reason. I sighed as I walked into the living room, beer in my hand. I sat on the couch and leaned back, taking a moment to relax and drink.

Ugh, when will that idiot come back from his stupid hangout..? I knew I shouldn't have let him out. I miss that idiot already.. I turned on the TV and watched it, drinking my beer while thinking about it.. what a stupid boy