I sat there, on the toilet seat. And my bestfriend, who was in the tub (having a blast, with the water). I sat there, memorized into the razor that was buzzing in my hand. The thoughts the processed through my mind. The help that the razor provided, which concealed the thoughts to a certain degree. The only thing that brought me back to reality was the splashing water from the tub. I sat, and stared, not moving but watching. Watching the buzzer move, and I did nothing until he questioned me. He asked what I was thinking. Why did I have the face that I had. I responded with a nothing and gave a fake smile. He looked back down into the water and smiled. He tried to make conversation, but before he could I got up and left. There was nothing to be said, but only thought. He was leaving and nothing can butter the thought on the situation.