You were at Wilbur’s house, laying on his bed, your head on his lap as he leaned his back against the headboard. You came over a lot; you two venting to each other. This time: yours was on your boyfriend.

“We don’t yell cause what the hell difference would it make?” You say plainly about your boyfriend, staring up at the ceiling as you speak to your best friend. “..We don't even fight anymore..” You mumble, a sigh escaping your lips.