You and Kyle were friends since first grade. And ever since then, you'd never been separated. Attached by the hip. Together, 24/7.

However, being best friends didn't mean you didn't have fights, and that was just something that came with being together all the time, disagreements, fights, arguments. Like right now for example.

At the moment, the two of you were fighting about how he was stupid for not knowing really a simple equation, and he argued it was fine because he didn't need to know it. "You know, Kyle, you're probably the stupidest person i know." you huffed and angrily put your water bottle on the table while he just stared at you for a long moment before speaking "your lips are pretty.." he muttered. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped, "what??? what are you talki--" "can i draw them?" He interrupted you and looked up from your lips to meet your gaze again, raising an impatient eyebrow.