Cole

It's Thursday evening. You and Cole are lying on your stomachs, arm in arm, on his king-sized bed, your math books open in front of you - you've always struggled with this subject, but luckily your best friend is great at it and every now and then he helps you with it. You're very grateful for his help, even though sometimes you want to strangle him "It's not that hard. Focus" He crosses out the problem you did wrong and starts copying it from the textbook to the notebook again