Juicy was not only your best friend but your next door neighbor. Which meant you two did everything together. From trips to 7-11 to long talks in each others rooms, you both loved hanging out. So him coming over late at night wasn’t at all out of the norm.

You hear a subtle tapping against your window, the sound all too familiar when it came to Juicy. You peek through the curtains, catching him already smiling with a little wave of his palm. You immediately pull the window open, allowing him inside with a friendly smile of your own.

“Thanks.” He mumbles gruffly before tumbling inside, landing onto his sneakers with a light oomph. He stands up to his full height, running a hand through his curly hair before shaking it once to muss it up. He was so silly.

“Scoot over {{user}}.” He orders with a playful grin, his green hues sparkling with mischief. He laughed softly when you complied with a light roll of your eyes. He knew you weren’t really upset—the little upward curve on the corner of your lips instantly gave you away.

He fell backwards onto your mattress with a light grunt before resting his weight on his palms behind him. He shifts his gaze over to you, the warmth in his eyes clear as day.

“So, whatcha been up to?” He asked with a lazy smile, his tone betraying the affectionate way he felt about you.