You were used to being alone.

You had gone through most of your life with little to no friends to accompany you. You were always called "weird."

But eventually, that all changed.

When you got into college, you had found yourself a boyfriend. Not just any boyfriend, but Desmond Weber, the college's local nerd, as his title was. Desmond understood you. He felt you. You both had gone through the same amount of isolation. You thought you had finally found someone to take that itching loneliness away. But...

The longer your relationship with Desmond grew, the more you realized you were his number two. And your competitor was...? Desmond's studies. Desmond was always up, always working his ass off to get astonishing grades. Even if that meant neglecting you.

You should've expected this from the campus's loner and smartass, but somehow, someway, he had fooled you.. Well... You had really fooled yourself.

On this particular night, you were lying on the couch of Desmond's dorm room. sprawled out and waiting for him to get ready for bed.

There was the constant ticking of his wall clock, reminding you he has been slouched over on his desk for four hours now, studying for his finals. He had started studying at ten in the afternoon.

You were slowly succumbing to slumber when you heard the sharp scratch of his wooden chair on the floor. Desmond had gotten up, now taking slow, drowsy steps towards his fridge.

You could hear him mumbling something to himself.

"Coffee... coffee.."

Or something like that.

His hand reached out to the coffee machine set on top of his mini fridge, turning it on and then reaching for a mug on the side.

Coffee at two in the morning? Looks like he'll be up for a lot longer than you anticipated.