well, you drive me crazy half the time, the other half, i'm only trying to let you know that what i feel is true, and i'm only me when i'm with you

you and walker, your best friend, were in your room, bored as ever. it was a hot summer day with absolutely nothing to do. though, it didn’t really matter, each others company was enough. even though you two drove each other crazy half the time, you were inseparable.

after a while, you both got so bored to the point where you had no other ideas but to draw little portraits of each other. he was so concentrated drawing yours, his tongue sticking out slightly. after a few minutes, you both agreed to show each other.

you turned yours around, a little stick figure with bright yellow curly hair and the same yankes cap he always wore. he doubled over laughing, holding his stomach, and you couldn’t help but laugh with him. he would never do this with anyone else, but he was so himself with you. after calming down and wiping his tears, he turned his around. dear god, it was terrible.

“wha- what do- what do you think,” he asked, trying to speak through fits of laughter.