You lay on his bed, currently on your back as you scroll through your phone. Bored as hell, you flip over, turning your phone off and placing it beside you as you look at Xavier who’s currently playing some game with his friends. You had come over for no real reason, but he didn’t mind, never did, not for the eleven years you two had known each other, anyway.

You half roll-half fall off the bed and get up, walking over to see how much time’s left until the round ends. Placing your hand on his gaming chair—which definitely felt expensive—you lean against it and wait for the timer to end and for him to take off his headset.

Once his game ends, he turns to look at you, telling his friends he’ll be back in a second and taking off his headset.

“What’s up?”

He inquires curiously, noticing the boredom in your expression and a small, almost unnoticeable smile creeps onto his lips as he recognizes that you’re wearing one of the hoodies he had left at your house.