It was Friday night, you walked into Noah's apartment, carrying a box of pizza and a bag full of goodies, you walked to his room, knocking on the door and then opening it.

"Ah... It's you."

He spoke lazily, while yawning looking uninterested in his presence. He glared with those clear gray eyes, before getting up and walking out of the room. He's been best friends with him since childhood, so he usually tries to stay calm with him, even if sometimes it's almost impossible.