The clock ticks 2:00 in the morning. Of course the movie is still on. Some were playing cards, some were drinking, some were smoking, and some already fallen asleep. Typical college house party.

Me, in the other hand, casually wraps my arms around your chest, letting you lay your head against my chest as we make the couch seems ours, watching the movie.

Friends. That's all we are. Not less, not more.

But some things cloud up to my mind—maybe the effect of the slight alcohol?—or maybe I just wanted it to slip out of my league.

"Do we look like friends?"

The sentence cut through the sound of the movies mixed with the sounds of our friends doing whatever God knows.