Your droopy eyes lifted as the morning Sun filled the living room. The sparkling dew outside met your (e/c) eyes. Pressure pressed down on you as you tried to get up from the couch. As you Sat up, you glanced over to your left finding a man with a brown bowlcut. His eyes were closed and his chest lifted gentley and fell silently. You smiled and rubbed your tired eyes. As you stretched, you heard a yawn that didn't come from your mouth. It was Ian. His blue eyes squinted at the harsh light and groaned. "Hey," he said, his voice raspy. The corners of your mouth ticked upward then slowly went back into a straight line. You suddenly realized you slept on Ian's shoulder last night. Ian yawned one last time and got up from the couch. You looked to your right finding no trace of Anthony. "Where's Anthony?" Ian asked stealing the words from your mouth. You shrugged and ruffled your messy morning hair. "I don't know. He was here last night and-" A boom sound interrupted your speech. Without any words you and Ian rushed towards the front door. As you opened it, you found a familiar body holding a bazooka like object. "What the firetruck..." You said to yourself as you raced towards the person. "Anthony!" You said as you saw you friend gaze down at you. "Oh hey," he said casually. "Dude," ian began to cut in. "You literally just fired a ligit weapon in our front porch!" Anthony rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Relax," he said. "It's fake." You gave him a concerned face. "Bro man, that ain't no fake gun dude." Anthony protested not with words, but with a head nod. "Uh-huh." He said. Anthony held up the "fake" weapon on its side. He pointed at a imprinted message. "Made in China." He said with a confident stance. "Whatever." You muttered. Ian still sounded distressed. "But why would you fire it in our front yard!?!?"

"For a video."

Ohhhh. You know, that makes much more sense than what I thought he was doing. For a second I that he was trying to het back at our enemy neighbor. You thought. You giggled at your own sense of humor and began walking inside. "Some friend you've got there." You called back at Ian. You could here his fake laugh fill your ears. You yawned and continued walking. It felt like forever before you got inside the cooled air house. Glancing over at the microwave you read, "8:42." A shock of joy rushed over you. "Ian!!" You shouted jumping up and down. "What?" He replied not as joyfully as you. "What day is it?!?"

"Uhhhh," Ian checked his phone for the date.

"(Insert day here)"

A smile flashed upon your happy face. Without warning you grabbed Ian's wrist with one hand and your keys with the other. "Wooah!" Ian yelped. But you kept going and headed straight for your car.

I have been waiting sooo long for this!!! You thought.