A week has past sense Ford and Fidds first met. It was a holiday so Ford was living in a apartment. Ford was studying even though it was his day off.

Someone knocked at Ford's door. It was Fidds himself. "Oh, Fiddleford, what are you doing here?"

"Well I just thought we could hangout." Fiddleford said with his hand behind his head.

"O-Oh, sure, co-" Ford turned around to see a messy room.

"Uh Stanford? Are you going to-"

Ford quickly closed the door and tried straighten up his room. "Just a minute...I...don't have pants on! Wait no, that's stupid!"

"W-What?!" Fidds said with a chuckle.

Ford opened the door and invited Fidds in. It was a nice white room. With two beds, a TV, a bathroom, and a desk.

"Wait before we do anything else I gotta get me some breakfast-"

"I can make breakfast!" Fiddleford clears his throat. "I mean, I can cook for ya, plus I haven't ate either."

"Oh no, you don't have to do that Fidds, I can just pick up my own food. Besides it doesn't-"

"It's fine, I insists. I love to cook...wait." Fiddleford looked around the room. There was no stove or microwave, just a refrigerator. "Oh...hehehe, it's a hotel room. Silly me."

"Hehehe, I didn't know you could cook."

"Yeah, back where I lived, we didn't go to any restaurants or nothing. We would collect ingredients around the farm and cook ourselves some good old country boil or gumbo."

"That sounds nice."

"Welp, I guess we'll be going to a restaurant then." Fidds grabbed Ford's hand and they were off. When they made it to the car Fidds stopped which almost made Ford fall forward. "Say, where are we going to eat?"

"Hehe, there's a new dinner in town. I'll drive us there."

"It looks lovely." Fiddleford looked around the restaurant with curiosity while he was in his seat.

Ford sat right in front of him, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of Fiddleford. He quickly looked away when he noticed how much he was staring at Fidds. "What are you going to eat?"

"I'll take...um...Oh Waffles! I mean..I'll take...waffles." Fiddleford tried not to be so loud, he's just used to being that way. "How about you?"

"I'll have...-"

"May I take your order?" The waitress asked looking at Ford.

"I'll take the blueberry waffles ma'am." Fiddleford said with excitement.

"Aw, yes. And you sir."

"I'll have grits and...eggs please."

"It'll be here in 15 minutes." The waitress left, leaving Ford and Fidds alone.

"You wanna play a game while we wait?" Fidds asked

"What kind of game?"

"...Eye spy."

"Sure. You go first." Ford leaned back in his seat.

"Okay, eye spy my little eye I see...something...red."

Ford looked around the restaurant to get an answer. "The seats?"

"Nope."

Before they knew it, their food was ready. Time passes when you're having fun. After they ate, they went to the park. The both of them sat on a bench. Fiddleford was feeding the birds with bread. Ford sat and watched.

"All you got to do is be still and let them come to you." A bird flew onto Fiddleford's shoulder. "Hehehe." More birds came to Fiddleford, they were on his shoulders, hands, head, and knees.

Ford chuckled while Fiddleford was covered with birds. He was so glad he agreed to come along with Fidds. Fiddleford turned to look at Ford and smiled back. Ford quickly looked away which made Fidds laugh. A bird landed on Fiddleford's nose which made him sneeze and all the birds flew away. They both laughed.

"Fidds?"

"Yes Ford?"

"I just want to say thank you."

"For what?"

"For getting me out of my room, for being my friend, everything. You're the only person who understands me. I never thought I would ever meet such a kind and sweet guy like you." Ford said looking at the lake in front of him.

Fiddleford didn't know what to say, he was flattered. "Your welcome Ford. I want to thank you too."

"Huh, for what?"

"Well, I never really had any friends either. People teased me and called me a fake, they thought I was dumb."

"W-Why? That's absurd."

"Because my family are hillbillies, back where I lived they were known for being dumb. No one wanted to be around me, they thought I was like my family. Until one day, I met you. I still can't believe a genius like you would hangout with a southern guy like me. You're so wise, kind, and you're always filled with curiosity and wonder. I..." Fidds actually started to tear up.

"Woah, Fidds, are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah. I'm just very emotional." Fiddleford quickly wiped the tears away.

"Let's go home, it's been a long day."

"Y-Yeah, let's go."