from pol: i'm bored
to pol:okay??
from pol: i'm coming over
to pol:seriously? i'm in the middle of studying for exams
from pol:that's okay, i'll help you study
to pol:fine, but if you're a distraction i'll gladly rip your eyes out
from pol:jeez y/n, no need to be violent. i'll be over in 5
to pol:bring food?
from pol:when don't i?
to pol:true, okay see ya in a few
~
The doorbell rang a few minutes after, but I didn't bother answering it. I knew my mom would have no problem letting Paul in, and I needed to get as much studying done as possible, because as soon as he got here there would be no more study time for me. Of course he doesn't bother knocking, but I instantly forget my geography notes the minute I smell pizza.
"What kind did you bring?" I ask, turning away from my desk. There's Paul, with a pizza box in one hand a Starbucks in the other, wearing his usual attire of a band shirt and a flannel.
"What kind do you think?" He scoffs.
"Pepperoni?" I reply, excitedly. He opens up the box, revealing the cheesy deliciousness that is pizza. An excited squeal escapes my lips, even though I knew that's what he would bring.
"And this is also for you." He says, handing me the Starbucks cup.
"You're the best!" I shout, smiling at him.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Listen, I know you technically should be studying but can we do something else?" He asks, pouting. I groan.
"Paul, I told you that I have to study! The fact that your charming personality and charisma got you to be a youtube sensation and not go to school, does not apply to me, and I need to ace these exams to get into NYU." I respond, I love him, but I shouldn't have let him come over in the first place.
"But, you should let yourself have breaks, or else your head will explode!" He says, wide eyed. Ugh, I can't resist this boy.
"Fine, but you have an hour limit. What do you want to do?" I ask him, wondering what he could have in mind.
"I was thinking..." He trails off, looking around the room. Then moves to my bedside table, picking up my season one Supernatural dvd.
"Supernatural marathon and pizza?" He suggests, smiling. How could I possibly resist Sam and Dean, pizza, and my best friend? I can't.
~
The two of us had gone way past my one hour limit, and we were now two episodes and a pizza into the evening. My legs are sprawled across Paul's lap, and I'm fully intrigued by the episode, even though I've seen it a countless number of times. Paul however, was not as into it as me. He's currently hiding behind his hands, which causes me to laugh as it's not even a scary part, none of it is really scary anyways.
"Paul, if you're so scared, why did you suggest this in the first place?" I ask, curious.
"Because I know you're stressing yourself out over exams, and you needed a break." He responds, nonchalantly. And in that moment, I know I couldn't have asked for a better friend, as it's the small actions like these that make me appreciate him more than anything else.
