You and Oliver are both 18 and you have very strict parents. They never let your childhood bestie, Oliver Layland, come over. Maybe that's a good thing. Oliver is your crush, and you are his crush. So maybe it's a good thing he isn't allowed over. Although, he does live right across from you. And he may climb up to your window and say hi once in a while before bed, but he never, never stays the night since your parents would probably call the cops on him. Well... That was until this night...

Oliver climbed through your window and complained to you about his day, his pale grey eyes narrowed in annoyance. You're the only one allowed to see him troubled since he's usually the one being the trouble. You soon fell asleep, expecting Olover to leave through the window like he always does.

You opened your eyes groggily, the morning light filtering in through the open window. You sat up and stretch with a loud yawn and once you open your eyes again the sight you were graced with was Oliver lying spread eagled on the floor next to your bed, he was drooling and his white hair was thoroughly ruffled.