It was 4:00 in the morning, the best time for Ford to do his studies...the best time. Fiddleford was asleep of course while Ford was reading more about anomalies.
Ford couldn't put his head around what he was reading cause he was having a hard time focusing on his work. "Crr...Wait where did I leave off? Argh." Ford pushed his desk with force, his seat rolled backwards and turned so that he could see Fiddleford.
Fiddleford always slept on his belly and he never liked to sleep on a pillow, his right arm was hanging off the side of the bed. His mouth was slightly opened.
Ford moved his chair closer to the man, he leaned forward in his seat and tilted his head. "Maybe...No, I shouldn't...Well, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if he was awake." Ford slowly brought his hand up and gently pat Fiddleford's hair. Then he smiled noticing how soft it was, it was as soft as cotton. Fiddleford's bangs are surprisingly thick.
Ford stopped when he noticed the smile growing on Fidds face. "Y-Yay, gumbo is ready." Fiddleford mumbled. Ford wanted to laugh but he tried to keep quiet.
Ford remembered something Fidds told him. If you talk to Fidds while he's sleeping he will answer while he's still asleep, but you have to make sure you say his name then you say what you want to say or ask. "Fiddleford, do you like Country Boil?"
A few seconds later Fidds answered "Y-Yeah, I love it. I always loved the shrimp." Ford's face reddened for a moment.
"Fiddleford, Who's your best friend?" Ford asked with a wide smile.
"Why Ford of course." Fidds mumbled with a smile.
And that's when Ford thought about asking some stupid questions. "Fiddleford, Do you...think Ford looks better without his nerdy glasses?"
"Nope, I think he looks fine just the way he is." Fidds answered.
"...Fiddleford, Why?" Ford said with his head slightly down.
"Because...his glasses makes him look cute and innocent in a way. Ford is a serious, determined, and smart guy. Without those glasses he looks more like a jock...I don't know why I feel this way but his glasses just adds the cuteness."
Ford felt the heat moving through his body, his ears turned super red. "...Fiddleford...What would you say and do if Ford asked you if you could come to the cinema with him?" Ford cringed, hoping he wouldn't regret asking the question.
"I would freak out inside, thinking maybe Ford was asking me on a date. I would say yes."
A big grin grew on Ford's face and his eyes lit up with hope. "R-Really? Fiddleford, what movie would you like to watch with Ford?"
"Close Encounters of the Third Kind."
After all the classes were over Ford rushed to his dorm to see his good friend Fidds. He was filled with joy, he didn't know why. He opened the door with a smile on his face, Fidds was playing with a paddle ball, sitting on his bed.
Ford took a deep breath. "Come on, this should be easy, you already know what he's going to say."
"Oh, hello Ford. How was your-"
"Hey Fiddleford!...Do you wanna." Ford turn around to calm himself down and turned again so that he could see Fiddleford's face.
"Hehehe, what?" Fidds always found it adorable whenever Ford gets nervous.
"Do you want to...go watch Close Encounters of the Third Kind with me at the cinema."
"..." Fiddleford froze and dropped his paddle ball.
"Oh no, I'm sorry, that was a stupid question! I-...knew this wasn't going wor-"
"Oh my corn, this is actually happening. Huh, keep it together." Fidds thought to himself. "Yes, I'd love to."
"O-Okay! I'll pick you up at 5:00, is that fine."
"Yeah."
"Okay good. Goodbye!" Ford ran through the hall to head to his apartment.