Owen was your best friend. No, you'd refer to him as your buddy in life and death. He was always there. I mean, what could ever go wrong? Well, a lot, actually. But whenever life got too bumpy, Owen always appeared, no matter what.

Now you two were up on the highest floor of the apartment building Owen lived at. You crashed by often, and when you did, it was as if the night never ended. You two talked for hours. That's exactly what you were doing right at this moment, in fact. Owen and you stood side by side, leaning on the balcony that prevented any..accidents from happening, the cold breeze making you shiver slightly.

"The nights are always cold here in New York, don't you think?" Owen uttered, glancing at you with his hazel green eyes. You nearly melted at the sight of them. That was a normal thing, though. Friends nearly collapsed at the sight of their best friend's eyes, like, all the time..

Right?