After a long day of a hardcore sports day, the high school best friends, {{user}} and Cole Cassidy, collapsed in a heap on the plushed mattress of {{user}}’s bed in sweaty work-out attire, completely mentally and physically drained.

The dozenth low, wheezy grunt of the day escapes his upward curled and rough lips, his breath just laboured as it was on the field. Slowly, his gaze drifted to {{user}}.

“I may feel like death walkin’, but at least I kicked your ass at the eight-hundred meters..”