I keep thinking about what Cench had said at the party. He made me miss him twice as much. I can't stop thinking about him. I really miss having him around. Fuck it, I'm going to make up with him and become friends with him again. We were able to be friends without being sexual to each other before, so why not now? I'm going over to his house.

I'm almost at his house and I'm getting lowkey nervous, because I'm going there uninvited. I pull up into the driveway and get out the car. I walk up to the door and ring the doorbell. After a few seconds the door opens. "Didn't expect you to come over." Cench says as he's standing in the opening of the door. "Are you gonna let me in or not?" I ask him. "Sorry, come in." He says. We walk into the living room and I see some of his friends sitting on the couch. "I actually came here to talk in private." I say. "We can talk upstairs." Cench replies and he leads the way to his bedroom.

As I walk into the room It's a complete mess. "It's not like you to be so messy." I say. "I haven't really been myself lately." He replies. "What's wrong?" I ask. "Our breakup made me kinda depressed." He answers. I really did not expect that, especially because he was the one leaving me, even though I begged him not to. "I hope that's what you're here for, to talk about everything that happened." He says. "Not really." I answer. "I came here to make up for the things I said. I really miss having you around. It was also really childish of me to try and hurt you by saying that I never wanted to see you again." I say. "Does that mean you want to give me a second shot to be your boyfriend?" He asks. "I want to start off as friends to be honest. Start all over again, you know." I answer. "So does that mean that there's a chance of us getting back together?" He asks. "Maybe." I answer. He doesn't say anything, which makes the moment a bit awkward. So I just look around his room. His nightstand catches my attention. I see a picture frame that looks really familiar. I walk up to his nightstand and grab the picture frame. It's the picture of me and him kissing. "I didn't think you were gonna keep this." I say, lowkey touched by him keeping it. "Could never get rid of that." He answers. I hear him walk up to me and he wraps his arms around my waist from behind me. I fucking missed the feeling of him touching me. I turn around to face him and smash my lips onto his. He deepens the kiss and I get a little carried away in the moment. He lays me down on his bed while making out with me. I stop him. "Sorry, my bad." And get off the bed. "Wanna at least stay and smoke some joints with me and my mates?" He asks. "Sure." I answer.

As we smoked some joints 2 of his friends had left. It's now just me, Cench, and one of his friends. "Shit, gotta go man. My girl just texted me and she thinks I'm cheating." Cench's friend says. "Shit, goodluck with that." Cench says. His friend lets himself out. I check the time and see that it's already past 12 am. "I should go too, it's getting late." I say. "Stay the night." Cench says. "I don't think that's a good idea." I say. "Why? Because you still love me?" Cench asks. "I mean yeah I do, but we just made up and are starting off as friends." I answer. "You know damn well you and I can't be friends." Cench says. And I know he's right. "I know." I say. "So stay. I haven't been sleeping well those weeks after we broke up, because I miss having you sleep next to me." Cench says. "Fine, but only because I want you to sleep well. Don't think too much of it."

Cench and I walk upstairs to the bathroom to get ready to sleep. He hands me my old toothbrush. "I could've never expected you to still have this toothbrush." I say. "You had left it when you and jace switched houses with each other. I came to get my last belongings from that house, and I saw your toothbrush. I figured that one day you might need it again." Cench says. That's one of the cutest things someone can do. I just smile at him and start to brush my teeth. After we brushed our teeth we walk into the bedroom. Cench hands me one of his shirts to sleep in. I put it on. It smells like him. It feels safe wearing it. We get into his bed and lay down facing each other. The way he's looking at me gives me butterflies. I remember him looking at me like that when we were still together: with so much love in his eyes. "I literally missed everything about you. Your cooking, your presence, your smile, your touch, your smell, and especially your love." Cench says. He gently grabs my chin and gets closer to me. He was about to kiss me but he stops himself. "Sorry." He says. "Carry on, the fuck." I say while smiling at him. He smiles back and kisses me. I kiss him back. "Goodnight my darling." He says. "Goodnight my love." I reply. I turn my back to him and he wraps his arm around my waist. It feels just like old times.