Alistair PoV

"Want anymore coffee?" Park asked me, swishing the pot of pure java. "No thanks. If I drink anymore, I might have a stroke," I said, furiously typing my final. "You've only had three cups."

"I don't need more than three cups."

"If you plan on pulling an all-night wrap up, you'll need to drink this whole pot," Park said, putting the pot back in the coffee maker. I sighed. "Park, I'm almost done. I've just got the conclusion to do." Park huffed. "Alistair, your final isn't due for like what? A week? Why not take that cute girlfriend of yours out to dinner or something?"

I stopped typing. I spun in the chair and looked at Park. "I don't want to be like a certain someone who leaves everything last minute." Park threw up his hands and then walked over, laughing. "Careful Park: you're laughing your way to a failed semester." I began to chuckle, but Park had stopped laughing. "You're not funny." I shrugged, turning to finish my paragraph."I don't understand why you've got to make this for your degree. You're going to cook for a living, for Christ's sake," Park took a cigarette pack out of his pocket. "Culinary arts," I corrected him, the typing of the keys developing a rhythm. He flicked some cigarettes up and put one between his lips. "Want one?" he mumbled, offering me one. I waved my hand. "I quit."

"Really? Since when?"

"About two weeks. Chloe hates how I smelt like smoke all the time so I quit." Park lit his cigarette, taking a large drag in. He exhaled a straight line. "No more smoke tricks? I'll miss your smoke tricks."

I finished, scrolling to save. "I'll live longer than you."

"And Alistair the Ice King strikes again," Park chuckled. "I'm not an Ice King: i'm just honest and backed up by medical facts and you're an idiot." He took another drag, then blew the smoke in my face. "Way to be, ass," I coughed, "You're not helping my withdrawals."

"Then don't quit! If I die early, then I'll drag you down with me with secondhand smoke." I opened the desktop, dragging my final to my USB drive. "And I'm the ice king?" I asked. Park finished his cigarette, smudging it in the nearby ash tray. "So why'd you come here to type your shitty final?" Park asked. I ejected the USB from his computer, quickly shoving it into my pocket. "Chloe was going out with some friends, and you know how much I adore your coffee."

"It's just straight black," Park scoffed. I stood up and grabbed my jacket off Park's counter. "So how's Chloe been since the move?" Park asked. I shrugged on my jacket. "She's been good. She came to the college to get familiar with the campus a few times. She said it's going to e promising."

"well yeah, her albino boy-girlfriend is here." I shot Park a look. "Don't make me kill you."

"Well shit, Alistair, you look like a girl with your ponytail and smooth skin. If I wasn't already chasing skirts, I'd try to capture your heart with my charisma."

"you mean with the date-rape drug," I said, fishing out my car keys. Park scoffed again. "Heading home now, Alice?"

"You know I hate that nickname."

"You know I don't give a damn." I sighed. Park was lucky he was my best friend. "I'm going to the school to print off my paper than I'll drop it off," I said, reaching to the doorknob. "Stop working so hard: relax and have a cigarette," Park said, waving the package in the air. "I don't smoke," I said, opening the door. I closed it and began to walk to the elevator. I heard Park open the door again. "You know, Alistair, your cooking is shit! Just be a stripper! You've got the hips!" I laughed loudly. "The day that you have a healthy relationship is the day I will become a part-time go-go dancer." the doors opened and i stepped in. The doors were closing when I heard Park call, "That's cold, Alice darling!" Yeah, he's really lucky that we're best friends.