Some days, when Charles preferred to laze around, Metis would come to him in unspoken understanding. Other days, when Metis wanted nothing more than to sit around in his room, Charles would drag him out, convincing him in one way or another.

In terms of stereotypes, their friendship was an utter anomaly: the emo kid and the misfit. But their friendship wasn't based on who the other was or wasn't anyway.

So when Charles, preparing to sit down and thoroughly enjoy reading a copy of some book or other, was interrupted by a call from Metis, he merely smirked and said, "You're paying."

Three blocks, four burgers (between the both of them), two large fries, a soda, and a warm milkshake later, the blond shook his head, a grin on his face, at the foolishness of his friend. He snorted and said, "May, you're an idiot." Even while sulking ("I am not. And don't call me that."), Metis couldn't stop a little simper of his own from sneaking onto his face.

When asked why he withstood Charles's insults and snark, Metis would just smile, chuckle a little, and say, "He's cool." Where no one else could breach or even touch Charles's constant wall of "I don't care, so leave me alone," Metis could easily rip through it, like wet tissue paper.

So when Charles went over to Metis's house for the gazillionth time (Really, he practically lived there.) since they met in fifth grade, the two of them spent hours in his room, filling the time with everything from games to movies to witty conversation to homework. That was how it worked. Even when they were bored, things were never boring between them.

Because they were friends, and to hell with the stereotypes.

End!

Thank you, Nuu and Schumie for creating, making and finishing Honeydew Syndrome! You will always get love for that.