He sat up against my bed frame and I sat up, leaning on his side. We both went on our phones and were occasionally showing each other funny pictures in our feed, and it was a series of laughs and "Oh my gosh stop!" In a non-serious way. We normally said that when the other shows one of us an inappropriate funny picture.
We did this for about an hour, then started to lay down. He got up and turned off the lights. We just started talking about anything really. It was about 9:30 almost ten, so we were still wide awake. Pretty sure I could've done a back flip if I wanted.
"Okay, this is what will defy our friendship. PlayStation or Xbox?"
"Um, definitely Xbox." I responded.
It was dark but I could still see the smile spread across his face when I said that. Him and I like to play Call Of Duty: Black Ops. We play at his house a lot, when his parents are there. They aren't home a lot due to business trips (they're business workers), which is why he's here a lot. We like to go there when we can though.
We talked about the most random things for about three more hours. "Do you like mozzarella or Swiss?" "Mozart or Beethoven?" "YouTube or Instagram?" We soon started to get drowsy and forced ourselves to stay up.
"Do you like... *silence* like um..."
I turned over to look at him as he stopped. I noticed he closed his eyes. I turned back on my bed and moved closer to him. I didn't realize I had shut my eyes. And we soon were both asleep.
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HorrorMia and Ethan are one heck of a pair. Not life long friends, but surely feels like it. Especially when they run into an unwanted visitor. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. In order to survive, they must stay close. Uploading at least once a week unle...
