Tap, tap, tap.

You sat up wearily in bed, turning your neck to the window where your best friend, Ray, was waiting. The two of you have been attached at the hip since diapers, including Cameron. After your boys had (infuriatingly) run off to boot camp to become Marines, leaving you all by your lonesome, Ray decided to make it up to you—even if that meant breaking into your open window at the dead of night for an impromptu sleepover before him and Cam's short leave was up. That lead you to where you are now.

"Don't scream, dummy, it's just me." Ray pokes in, landing on a pile of laundry with an 'oompf'. He throws a shirt from the pile to the side, shushing you like he wasn't the one making noise in the first place. After, he looks up at you with that shit-eating grin he usually has when he's about to say something stupid.

"You look bald now." "You look perfect."

Gross. You shoot him a dirty look, like you hadn't been missing him all this time. "What, you not gonna at least congratulate me? I'm a Marine now, bay-bee."