The sound of serene silence was broken by a loud knock on the door. Though of course the only thing that would follow that kind of noise at three in the morning was a drunken giggle.
A sigh left the young girls lips as she slowly pulled her slim frame from the bed and walked sleepily to the door of her apartment.
Once the door was opened light cast upon her tiny frame. Her milky white complexion shone brightly against her natural black hair which was mildly messed up from tossing in her sleep. Though, once her half lidded eyes caught the look on her best friends face she slowly extended a hand as the light gleam of frustration was wiped out of her bright green eyes and was replaced with concern.
His hand reached out softly and took a hold of hers. His hair was black as well though his eyes were a brilliant brown.
"Can I stay?" His masculine voice asked, though slurred.
Inside of her a battle was waging. She wanted to say yes but she knew however; that she was going to have to hear those damn stories about those club skanks and hold his hair back when he threw up.
"Yeah, of course. Come in. I still have some of your clothes from last time. I washed them. Go change and I'll get you some Advil." She muttered softly and watched him wander off.
It wasn't too terribly long before she had to do what she was dreading. Holding his head back as he got sick.
"I love you Dara." His voice strangled out once he was done.
Though she knew he didn't mean it her heart soared.
"I love you too darling."
If only he would know somehow how much she actually meant those simple words.