Another typical Saturday. Your best friend—Scara, sat on your couch and turned his phone on. He seems to be pissed right now.

It was almost like a routine. He gets into an argument with his girlfriend, and goes to your house to sulk about it.

"It's ridiculous, she's always unavailable. It's like she's not even my girlfriend at all."

He scoffed, slowly sinking into the couch more.