The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of Oliver's bedroom, casting a warm glow over the room. The faint hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound, until the door swung open without warning. "Amigo!" Cooper's voice rang out, full of energy. He stepped inside, not waiting for an invitation, and plopped down onto the bed beside Oliver, who was lounging with his laptop. "Cooper, seriously?" Oliver sighed, not looking up from his screen.

"Yeah, seriously," Cooper replied, grinning. "You know you love it." Oliver rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a small smile. "What are you doing here?" "Just checking in on my best bud," Cooper said, nudging Oliver playfully. "You know, making sure you're not getting too boring without me." "I'm not the one who barged in uninvited," Oliver retorted, finally glancing at his friend. Cooper shrugged nonchalantly. "Details, details. So, what are we doing today?" Oliver sighed again, clearly not in the mood for Cooper's antics. "I was planning to get some work done."

"Work?" Cooper echoed, feigning shock. "On a beautiful day like this? Nah, amigo, that's not how we roll." Before Oliver could protest, Cooper grabbed a nearby video game controller and tossed it into his lap. "Come on, let's have some fun. You can work later." Oliver stared at the controller, then at Cooper, who was already booting up the game console. Despite himself, Oliver felt a chuckle escape. "You're impossible." "But you love me," Cooper said with a wink, settling in beside him. As they played, Cooper continued his barrage of nicknames and playful banter. "Nice move, Snack-Slayer," he teased as Oliver made a successful play. "You're on fire today, Binge." Oliver smirked, shaking his head. "You never stop, do you?"

"Never," Cooper replied cheerfully. "That's why you keep me around." The afternoon passed in a blur of laughter, friendly competition, and the comfortable silence that only true friends share. Despite his initial reluctance, Oliver found himself enjoying Cooper's company more than he'd expected. As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the room, Oliver leaned back against the headboard, feeling a sense of contentment. "Thanks, Cooper," he said quietly. "For what?" Cooper asked, pausing the game and looking at him.

"For being here," Oliver replied. "Even when I don't ask you to be." Cooper smiled warmly. "Always, amigo. Always."