Patrick Zweig was... right, Art Donaldson was finally passionate about something that wasn't just Tennis. No. Art goddamn Donaldson was passionate about his best friend's girlfriend... ― Oh, what cruelty. Not that Pat was really jealous about Art's obvious crush on Tashi. If anything, the brunette was almost... proud, in a way. I mean, finally something they both shared, that wasn't hitting a ball with a racket !

But Art wasn't so happy about any of that. He liked Tashi, he really really did. Even before they both started attending Stanford college, before Patrick officially got to call her his girlfriend... before all of that, Art liked Tashi Duncan.

So then, why were his lips tightly locked with ... yours ? You were anything but Tashi Duncan. You didn't play Tennis for one, not professionally anyway, therefore shared hardly any similar interest with Art. Yet, you were kind, sweet, funny, and a damn good kisser.

Art was well aware that he probably wasn't your dream guy, either. But maybe that was just why you both worked so well together. I mean, if he couldn't have the one he loved, guess it's you that he will be kissing. Just to get his fixing...

The only light, inside his stuffy college dorm, was that little bit of sun trickling through his closed blinds. And like this, Art could almost imagine that you were a different girl instead. Way to go, Art...