It was late at night all you could hear was the sound of a thunderstorm starting up. You and your Best Friend George got into a fight earlier and he is mad at you. He chose to sleep in another room tonight to be away from you. You sat up and debated going to check on him or not because you knew how scared he was of thunderstorms, before you could do anything your bedroom door creaked open and the dark figure of George stood in the doorway. The hall light was on so you could see atleast his figure but not his features. He shut off the light and walked towards your bed softly crying from his fear of the storm. You could see he was in a dark grey/gray hoodie and blue shorts. His fluffy brown hair only visible because the moonlight and lightning from the window. He hugged you gently. He hadn’t shaved in a few days so you could feel his five o clock shadow against your skin as he buried his face into your shoulders shaking. George’s hands move to his head as he removed his clout sunglasses from his head. He then set them on your nightstand and shuttered.