"Favorite Sailor Scout…" Ephram said. Since he had taken the nap earlier in the day, he couldn't sleep now, for irony. Jig on the other hand, was ready to kill him if he didn't let her get some sleep.

"What kind of a question is that for a guy to ask?" she moaned in reply.

"A completely perverted one. Now answer it," he told her. She sighed.

"Pluto."

"Pluto?" he repeated, surprised.

"Yea, she has the coolest attack, the most mystery, best costume, and her skin is the best color. Plus the key staff," Jig explained. Ephram nodded, though she couldn't see, since his cot was over by her dresser.

"I like Jupiter."

"For completely perverted reasons?"

"Yea, something like that," he said laughing slightly. He then fell silent and Jig hoped it would last. But, for the first time in their relationship, Ephram disappointed her.

"I owe all of my happiness to Amy…" he said seemingly out of no where. Jig sighed aggravated.

"How the hell do you come up with that?" she demanded.

"Well, if it weren't for her, we'd never be friends," he said. Jig fell silent, thinking. Then she sighed.

"I still don't get it.

"Do you remember when we first met?" he asked. Jig fell into thought again.

"It was lunch. I was looking around for a place to sit. Amy had asked me to sit at her table, but I didn't think those were the people I wanted to be associated with. Boy was that ever a good decision. Then I saw this table with only one person sitting at it, it was you, and you looked kind of down. So I asked you what was wrong."

"What did I say?"

" 'I'm in love with a girl who's in love with a guy in a coma…' "

"See, Amy."

"Well, yea. But then I made a Ranma reference, and my notebook…" Jig pointed out. Ephram laughed at the memory.

"You called me a 'man of quality,' " he pointed out and Jig laughed.

"So I did…"

"Okay, but the beginning of our friendship revolved around you helping me with Amy. Talking to her, being my little spy."

"I broke into you locker…"

"And have since then…" he added and she laughed a little.

"But, too, Ephram, it was anime. Do you remember why I was helping you with Amy?"

"Gundams, wasn't it?"

"Yea," she said laughing. They fell silent for a few moments.

"You said it was hopeless…"

"What was hopeless?"

"My feelings for Amy," he said and Jig fell silent.

"I kicked you in the shin…" Jig said. Ephram laughed.

"I limped for a week."

"Then you and Amy went on a date…" Jig said and Ephram fell silent.

"That was a long time ago," he said and Jig nodded, though he couldn't see her.

"I owe Desi to Amy too…" Ephram added. Jig sighed.

"Enough with this!"

"It was Halloween that really made me like Desi. And it was Amy who asked me go with them," Ephram said. Jig sighed.

"I broke Bright's nose…" she said and the two laughed.

"I'll never forget watching his feet fly over his head like that," Ephram said. Jig laughed.

"It was his damn fault too, jumping out at us like that."

"That was great…" Ephram said smiling at the memory.

"We've had a lot of fun, haven't we, Ephram?" Jig asked.

"I suppose you could call it that," he said and they both laughed slightly.

"Ephram…"

"Yea?"

"I really need some sleep."

"Goodnight, Jig."

"Night."

Andy couldn't sleep either, showing how much like his son he was. Julia crept back into his mind. A few days over one year. He tried to sleep, but the image of her face kept coming to him, keeping him up. There was a bookshelf in the guest room and he found a book that would keep his mind off the only woman he's ever loved. The History of England. The book must have been used by Irv's father back in the day. The cover was a dark blue, and the writing on the front and binding at worn away so Andy had to look on the title page to see what it was about. Currently he was reading the section of Henry the Eighth. In grade school he had been the only person in his class to remember all of his wives. Catherine of Aragon had been Henry's brother's wife but he died so Henry married her when he became king. They were both teenagers at the time. He divorced her after about 20 years of marriage, becoming the head of the Catholic Church to do so. He then married Anne Boleyn. She produced no sons so he accused her of adultery (divorce being too messy) and for some reason she went along with it. She was beheaded in one blow by a swordsman instead of by the axe. Then Henry married Jane Seymour who bore Henry his only male heir Edward, she died a few days later. Then he married Anne of Cleves by arrangement, and divorced her. Evidently when the lights are out, not all ladies are fair… Then Henry married Catherine Howard who did actually cheat on him, a lot. She got the axe. Actually, the night before her execution she ordered the block to be sent to her room so she could practice kneeling… Then he married Catherine Parr, who outlived him. What about that was so hard for people to remember?

In the middle of the night Ephram made the mistake of turning over onto his side. Luckily he was awakened by the loud creaking and was able to brace himself when the elderly coat collapsed underneath him. He let out a yell as he hit the floor with a loud clash. Jig shot up in her bed and crawled to the foot of it, to get a better look at the wreckage.

"Are you okay?" she asked him worriedly. He sighed and sat up, unhurt. He turned to her.

"I spend incredibly too much time on your floor…" he told her. Jig smiled, partially because it was funny, and partially because he was alright.

"If Desi asks that's where you spent the night, come on up," Jig said. Ephram grabbed his pillows and blankets and jumped onto Jig's bed so his head was at her feet and vice versa. Jig let out a sigh.

"You do realize how lucky you are to have Desi, right? There aren't a lot of girls who'd be okay with you and I being friends," she said. Ephram scoffed.

"I wouldn't date a girl dumb enough to think I ever looked at you as a girl…" Ephram said. Jig raised her eyebrows.

"You've never looked at me as a girl?"

"Never."

"Never?"

"Never."

"Not even when I kissed you?" Jig asked. Ephram bit his lower lip and fell silent.

"Okay maybe once…"

"What about on Halloween, when I wore that dress?" Jig asked. Ephram bit his lip again.

"For a second…"

"And when I got my hair cut?"

"That scared me!" Ephram said.

"Scared you? How did getting my hair cut scare you?" she asked, not completely believing him.

"I was scared for a moment there that you'd become a girl to me, and that I had lost my best friend forever…" Ephram admitted.

"Awww…" Jig said patting his shin.

"You know that the really funny part is though…"

"Your girlfriend cut my hair…"

"Yea! Was she trying to test me or something?"

"I think you passed."

"I know I did. Hey Jig…"

"Yea?"

"Have you ever looked at me as a guy?" he asked her. Jig's eyes widened in surprise, but since they were both facing upward at the ceiling, Ephram didn't notice. She bit her lip.

"Never."

"I don't believe you…" he said. Jig sighed angrily.

"Okay, fine, that first day, sitting behind you in History class, I thought you were kind of cute. Keep in mind this is before I got to know you," she admitted. He chuckled slightly.

"You thought I was cute? Well, Jig, I don't know what to say…" he joked. She sighed angrily again.

"You're such a shmuck!" she said and shoved him off her bed. Once on the floor he sat up and looked over the bed at her.

"You lack a flare for the dramatic, you know?" he asked her. She kicked his pillow into his face.

"Goodnight Don Juan!" she told him. He smiled sleepily, and fell asleep on the floor next to Jig's bed.