Are we friends or are we more? A question that asked itself inside his head, emerging in every second spent along with his vigorous friend. For the years they had been together, she never seemed to conclude his feelings, although she was the only one who understood his complex personality the most. Nevertheless, He hadn't confessed to her, preferring to maintain their friendship instead, and looked after her for as long as he could. He obligated himself to help her achieve her dreams, disregarding his own, but from behind the curtains if he could, not wanting a slight hint of his secret come to light. He had no aptitude for art and chose to sign up for it anyway to remain by her side. The murky fog of the night dispersed by the warm beams emanating from the azure sky sustaining the fiery sphere, telling the livings a new day had become, to raise their sleeping spirits and strive for another day in their life. Ring. Ring. His dream came to an end with a single ringing sound, resonating near his ears purposely to wake him up. An idly hand swung around the side-table in search for the source, grunting and grumbling in the morning. A hand caught a small box, the one disturbing his sleep, and threw it against the wall. Shut up The rumpled sheets coating the boy soon lost its will and pulled to the side. A yawn declaring he was awake rose up as his foot set on the wooden floor. 'What time is it?' The boy slurred, stretching his body while eyes partially closed. Creaking could be heard upon his trudges toward the other room--The other's room which happened to be right to next to his--the doorknob spun in his palm and opened; he pushed back it to the wall. Today he hadn't any lectures or even his part-time job, waking up this early was for the other's good, knowing probably she was still asleep. He rapped the door and heightened his voice to ensure she would hear him. 'Get your ass up or I'll come in there.' He rubbed his eyes and yawned once more, scratching his scalp and tucking his hair backward.