Joe woke up easily that morning- for once, he'd fallen asleep without a hassle, though as usual he still had a book in hand. When he got up from his bed, looking around at his similar surroundings, he let out a content sigh. He'd rested well, which was a relief. He dug for his phone in his pajama pocket, yawning mildly while looking at it. The last text, as usual, was from his best friend. Most people didn't understand how a guy and girl could be best friends their entire lives, but he'd always thought of her that way, ever since they were little. Now, they were going to the same school, which made life much more easy for him. As usual, thinking of this, he responded to the text that he'd see her soon and put it away, getting ready to leave. After a quick breakfast he was out the door, jogging towards school and the direction of her house. He was at ease that day, the sun mildly hitting his chestnut hair, making his similar colored eyes shine a bit as he stopped at the usual place, looking around for his friend. The best start to a morning is a good breakfast, a good jog, and a good friend. Though a good book wouldn't have hurt.