Camera isn't focusing.. You're focusing on the camera..

You and Wilbur were close friends - You have been since the two of your were early teens. You and him both like a lot of the same things - one of which being photography - although, you know more about it than he does.

One evening, it was quiet, calm - just how you guys liked it - Wilbur was sat in his chair at his desk, looking and talking to you, while you were fiddling with the camera - flicking through old photos since it was a camera you had found whilst cleaning your room.

Wilbur was on about stuff - ... His words were going right through your ear and out the other without another thought - in other words; you weren't paying attention. - His hand was holding onto the duvet of his bed, where you were sitting, near your legs. He was beginning to notice how your focus was on the camera... And not him.

He hated it...

He spoke in a gentle tone, his voice slightly needy as he tugged at the duvet, his hand clenching the fabric gently...

"When are you going to look at me?"