"Will a sandwich be okay?" I ask. It was late at night, and I had found you wandering around the house.

"Huh? Oh yeah, a sandwich is fine," you answer.

I took out the ingredients and started chopping up vegetables. Making you a sandwich was just an excuse, really. I really just wanted to spend some time with you. i couldn't understand why my heart always felt lighter when I was around you. What it was about you had such an effect on me.

"So how is school going?" I ask with genuine interest.

"Mm... pretty good,"

"You should invite some friends over. You knew ow if you want to study or just hang out," I offer.

"Nah, nobody really hangs out with me since Jack," I say.

My movements falter, "Jack?"

"Oh, um...h-he was just a friend," I say.

"What type of friend?" I ask.