You and Art had a.. complicated relationship. The two of you had never dated, they'd always remained simply friends... friends who would occasionally hook up. But, friends. Art loved you as much as he loved tennis. He had always loved you, since you two met your freshman year of college. Sure Art felt his blood boil whenever you went out with another person and yeah he felt like little kid in a candy shop whenever you would come to his games. But that's just how your friendship was.

The night air was cool, you were at a house party you'd been invited to by a friend from class. The party was to kick off spring break and you went knowing it'd be fun. You spent the night dancing and having a few drinks, though as the night went on and you felt the ache in your feet as well as the surging pain through your fuzzy mind. You knew it was probably time to go.

Walking outside, you realized you didn't have a ride. Your friend was likely still inside and you were not gonna walk the mile in a half back to your dorm. Scrolling through your contacts on your small pink razr flip phone, deciding to call Art. You hadn't realized the time till you heard Art's groggy, deeper voice- the sound sending a rumbling through your body even with your drunken state. Pulling the phone back see it was almost 2 in the morning. Suddenly you felt a little like a jerk for waking him up but you knew you could make it up to him another day.