ughh. hit me, I don't care. It's terrible, I know. but I was half-asleep. sorryyyy.

"Don't swear," Bug whispers in the dark. Bug never cussed in his life. He had once but he had been told it was wrong from his mother. He heard it from Leah, thinking it was okay since she said it so many times in one sentence. He thought it was probably some kind of cool word people used. But he was wrong, his mother told him so. "That's a bad word."

Alex lay still beside him, their backs pressed against each other. He had been ranting about Quint showing where he had hit him. He turned red with anger, even cussing while Bug lay quiet beside him. Alex sighed, turning to face his friend. They had made a pact when they were younger, at the age of five, to promise each other that they would always be beside each other no matter what happened. Bug turned, their faces close to the other, but it didn't bother them. They spent nights like this, ignoring the outside world. Bugs breathed stank. Alex groaned, pushing him away. "Bug, gross! What does May feed you?"

Bug cupped his mouth and ran to the washroom. He came back, sucking in his teeth. Alex had his arm over his head, covering his eyes and he looked like he was asleep. But Bug was wide awake and he didn't want to sleep yet, though the clock read close to midnight. He blew his minty-fresh breath at Alex's face. His nose twitched and he moved his arm. "Better?" He asked as he slipped under the blanket.

Alex was still wearing his jeans and his sweater and he was shivering. He had come through the window just fifteen minutes ago and the coldness on his clothes was still there. Bug wanted him to take off his clothes, he could borrow his clothes. It was snowing tonight and the snow made his bed yet. Alex's clothes were wet now, but he actually looked comfortable beside him. Alex moved in closer, his mouth close to his ear. Bug turned his head, wrapping an arm over his shoulder. Alex Dunkleman, his best friend. "You're freezing."

"Is it bothering you?" He didn't answer. The wetness of his clothes seemed through his but it wasn't that that made him shiver. It was the warmth of Alex's breath against his skin. He didn't want to say anything to make him get up. He didn't care as long as he was near.

Even if Alex could read his mind, he still got up. He took off his sweater but kept his jeans on, returning back to Bug.