Hey guys! My name's Fey and I will be writing a collab with Romi! Yay! ~ I'm a bit rusty, since my fanfiction account was deleted several years ago… So please, bear with me. The chapters will be written like this; since for roleplaying purposes, I'm Ib and Romi's Garry, I'll be writing chapters from Ib's pov, and Romi from Garry's. Ib is fifteen in this story (though age is subject to change at any given moment) and Garry's twenty-five. I am so excited to be writing this and I hope you guys enjoy it! Now for the disclaimer!

Ib: They don't own anything, they just own the idea for the story.

Me: I wish I owned Garry… If I did, my life would be complete~

Ib: Well you don't, so back off, he's mine. *sticks out her tongue*

Me: Curse you Ib! You're so lucky that you're so adorable and that I ship you and Garry so hard!

(Ib's POV)

My alarm went off at exactly eight-thirty. I groaned and shut it off, slamming my palm down on the snooze button as hard as I could. I didn't want to get up. I wanted to stay in bed all day and be lazy like I was never able to do. Usually, I would always get up with my alarm clock, due to the countless nightmares I experienced on a daily basis in my sleep, but today was different. Today, I was exhausted because I'd stayed up till at least two, talking to my best friend Garry, (unbeknownst to my parents). But that wasn't anything new. I was always texting him. Even while I was at school, the teachers are so stupid and oblivious; I can easily take my phone out of my purse without them noticing. I can then hide it under my desk and text him, even though he doesn't usually reply to any of my texts until he goes on break, or he's done working for the day.

But last night was one of those nights where I longed for him. Where texting wasn't enough to fill the emptiness that seemed to be eating away at me from the inside out. Where I longed to hear his voice and feel his gentle touch. These feelings seemed to have come out of nowhere! I had no idea where these feelings were coming from, but I knew that I needed to get my fix; otherwise I would probably have another mental breakdown.

I wanted to tell Garry how I truly felt about him, oh so badly. But he would probably flip out if I told him. Garry was my best friend, my closest friend, my confident, the person that I turned to in my time of need. Last night was no exception. I was feeling lonely, even though my parents were in their room, just a few doors down the hall. They never really paid any attention to me; no one did. It was hard not to feel neglected.

I called him around eleven, after my parents went to bed. He sounded really tired, his voice layered with fatigue. He'd had a long day at work, working for a company that paid him more than enough, but worked him until he could work no more. I felt guilty about bugging him with my problems that were probably miniscule compared to his. His job was very time consuming, and due to that, we hadn't seen each other for almost six months. I felt really bad for keeping him up so late when he obviously needed to get some sleep… But I needed him, and he was willing to be there.

We ended up talking for about an hour or so, and that was when he fell asleep. I didn't notice it at first because I was too busy rambling since he'd asked me about how my day was. I'd gotten so caught up in the conversation that I hadn't realized he'd stopped responding until I paused to catch my breath. I heard his soft breathing, slow and peaceful on the other end of the receiver, his soft snoring. I smiled to myself, even though he was no longer listening, I didn't hang up the phone. Instead, I settled down into my blankets and placed my phone on the sheets beside my pillow, letting the sound of his soft breathing lull me to sleep.

I can picture him now, oh so perfectly, lying on his bed, sleeping peacefully. His eyes are closed, his lips drawn up in a complacent smile, as he hopefully dreams about me. His hair is plastered to the sides of his face with sweat, the blankets tangled around his legs. More than anything I wish I could be the first thing he sees when he wakes up. But he lives all the way across town, past the train tracks. It's a really far walk, and I have no way of getting there either. But one of these days, I'm going to be able to see him, face-to-face. And there will be no one able to stop me.

Suddenly overcome with fatigue, I flopped back onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I allowed myself to close my eyes, no longer apprehensive of sleep and the nightmares that it usually brought with it. My last, fleeting thought was of Garry and I, finally being able to see each other, and at our reunion, I ran into his open arms.