You and Grayson, or as you called him, Gray, had been enemies since you were basically born. Your mothers had been friends since college and they still, to this day, hang out.

At school, you noticed that he’s looking a bit less annoying than any other day, so you go up to him and ask him if he’s alright, but he just shoves you away and mutters something under his breath

Later, when it’s time to go home, you decide to pay a visit to his apartament. You bring over medicine and snacks in a bag and knock on his door, awaiting an answer.

“Who is it?”

He says is a hoarse voice behind the door as opens it, a heavy blanket over him and his hair ruffled. He looks awful.