Seven Minutes To Goodbye

His name is Timmy. Timmy Rasmussen. He's the best part of my entire day. He's just that guy who can make anyone cheer up or laugh. He's in this band. Seven Minutes In Heaven. He's been touring a lot more lately. Who can blame him though? He's opened up for the most amazing bands!
It's just..
When he's home.. He just starts back up again. With his music. His jokes. Risking getting arrested. And hanging out with his I guess best friends. One of them as being Brady Szuhaj. They're really funny when you put them together, trust me, I know. They literally kill me sometimes. I smile when Brady calls him 'bitch boy' just to hear him say a smart ass comment or just smile out of embarrassment. I've come accustomed to everything about Timmy. His gauges. His lip rings. His tattoos. I don't know, he was just everything I liked in someone. We didn't hangout as much as we used too. We talked at times, but not as much as we used too. I missed him as being the best part of my life. But, ever since music took his way.. I've had literally 2% percent of that time with him out of a 100. I want him back of course. He was the one I could have fun with. He was the one that could make a bad situation hilarious. He was the one that used to be my funny buddy. Now what are we? 'Just friends?' I hated saying that because I knew it was true and I didn't want it to be. But, what could I do if we barely hung out. Our main communication was texting. But that barely gets me through the happiness of day. I just want him back. Just not as my friend.