Summer was always their favorite season. There was nothing better then being out of school and doing nothing. The only thing that was even better than summer was the fact that they both had just graduated, the goal almost every teenager is eagerly awaiting to get to. Not the fact that they just graduated, they had also come back from senior week where they had not spent the week at a crowded beach but had spent the week jumping around to different time stations placed in the past from passed adventures.

Alcohol wasn't a daily part of their diet, but it was consumed on occasions. Enough to make them feel something but not enough to make them sick, black out, or forget what had happened. They liked to enjoy themselves, but they were smart. This item was also brought on their senior week, and along with that drink plenty of good times ensued from the saying "I'm drunk" and having the other reply "It's alright, I'm drunk too."

The events that would happen after saying those words weren't the first time that they'd happen. Even between them. Plenty of times during their high school career they reached their peek of sexual frustration with each other, and afterwards they were awkward, but still best friends.

Nothing could destroy their friendship. It was the strongest any one had ever seen and it was also one plenty of people envied.

The summer sun was bright and warm as it shown in through the open window. The noise outside was minimal for the time of day it was and the breeze was light and gentle. As summer time air can sometimes be muggy, there was nothing uncomfortable about the atmosphere outside. Everything was simple and clean.

The queen sized mahogany bed sat in the middle of the room, directly under the window. Hidden under the red bed sheets a body was sprawled out on his stomach. His breathing was light and blended in with the summer wind that was making its way around the room. The bedroom was large and spacious, a dresser and a closet took up the wall across from the bed, a desk next to the bed and the door to the hall way was opposite of the desk.

Said door opened up inward on silent hinges and another man poked his head into the room with a grin. He opened the door wider before creeping his way inside; the apartment floors were old and noisy, unlike the door. The redhead asleep on the bed stirred a little under his sheets hearing the squeaks. He let out a deep breath and rolled over onto his side, his front facing the intruder. Blue eyes weren't open yet but the stalker did freeze for a moment.

Spike was one of the people who looked unbelievably peaceful in his sleep. During any given day he was so full of emotions there was barely a peaceful moment to be seen. It was only like this that you could catch a glimpse of it. Only if his light sleeping habits didn't ruin it.

The intruder grinned widely looking at him and continued to move forward. The noise of the floorboard finally caught his attention; Spike's eyes slowly opened just as the stalker placed his knee on the bed to pull himself up on its mattress. Blue eyes focused on the intruder and when messages to the brain finally clicked, Spike pulled on his sheets to pull over his head in defense.

"Why are you in here." Spike asked in a tired voice, keeping himself hidden in the sea of red cloth.

"I just wanted to see you sleeping." Came the amused reply, even a chuckle followed after. The answer also caused a small laugh from the redhead.

"You're not modest about your sexuality anymore, are you, Jake" Spike said, not as a question, but a stated fact. The bed sheet was pulled back and Jake was looming over Spike with a widened grin, holding the sheet in his hand.

"I think that was obvious over spring break, don't you think so, Spike?" He said. The younger of the two laughed again and avoided Jake's eyes before looking back at his best friend.

"I think I might need to start locking my bedroom door."

In the kitchen coffee was already finished on the counter, the smell of the bean was strong. The apartment was perfect for the two best friends. Its rooms were big enough and there was plenty of room left for Jake's videogames and instruments. When the two best friends turned 18 they left their homes and got an apartment together. During high school Jake had worked part time at the local music shop while Spike worked weekends at the amusement park with the monkeys no less. Together, they had saved up enough money to maintain their apartment.

Jake also maintained a band that helped bring in a little extra cash, though due to his age the still only played house parties. Yet Jake was confident that his music was catching on and he'd be big one day. It was that conversation with Spike where he had promised - in a teasing voice - that while Spike continues playing with his monkeys, Jake would bring in enough money to take care of him forever.

Spike just laughed and shot off a comment for Jake to go love himself but to Jake his statement was an untraditional way of confessing himself. His pride hindered the message from saying the proper thing, but with their strong bond he figured Spike picked up what he was saying and his masculinity lead him to only reply in a silent grin.

The digital clock on the stove read only ten in the morning as the two men walked into the kitchen. Spike, who was still in his boxers, walked over to the coffee maker and pulled out a mug from the cabinet above, Jake on the other hand had already showered and wore some of his shorts around the apartment. The musician playfully bumped into Spike as he walked around him, intentionally causing the other to make a mess on the counter. With a surprised gasp Spike looked up to his best friend with a half-annoyed expression and grabbed a towel that was hanging off the stove to wipe up the spilt coffee.

"We still have some doughnuts." Jake pointed out. Spike looked over at the white box and thought for a moment before look back down at his coffee and taking a sip. He shook his head afterwards.

"I want to go out to eat. Are you still on vacation?" he asked stepping away from the counter and to the kitchen table to have a seat, Jake followed behind him to sit on the opposite end.

"Yeah, one more week."

"I have two more weeks." Spike laughed with a grin and stuck the tip of his tongue out between his teeth. When the two of them asked for their vacation leave from woke, Spike's employers were generous enough to give him an extra week than Jake's were. With a roll of his eyes Jake let out an exaggerated sigh picking up the sheets of music that were sitting in front of him.

A few minutes after sitting down Spike got back up, announcing he was going to go take his shower and then they could go out to eat. He turned, walking down the hallway and walked into the room at the end of the hallway.

His shower only took ten minutes, he towel dried his hair and walked out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom, he wasn't worried about his nudity. He pulled on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, slipping his feet into his sandals. As Spike walked back out into the living room Jake was lying on the couch, his eyes set on the TV, still only dressed in shorts.

"Jake."

The man looked over at his roommate and sat up. "Sorry, man." He grinned. Spike shook his head while Jake walked passed him to go back into his own bedroom that lay on the other side of the door opposite of Spike's room. When Jake came back out Spike was already waiting with the apartment door open for him.

These were the days Spike loved being outside, weather it just be relaxing in the park or taking a jog, he never could get sick out a perfect summer day. His skin was a nice color of tan from the love the sun gave him.

"Where are we eating?" Jake questioned from beside Spike. The red head looked at him and shrugged his answer.

"I was thinking just that little café near main."

Jake let out a nod and stuck his hands into his pockets, feeling around. He stopped walking and patted down his other pockets. Spike stopped once he realized that he was walking alone and turned around to Jake.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't have my wallet."

Spike's expression was not amused and he patted his pocket, feeling his wallet, just to be safe.

"I'll pay, don't worry." He said as he turned to keep walking. Jake came up to walk on the right side again. Spike turned to look at Jake, "See, I told you I was going to take a shower, I half expected you to get ready."

Jake made a lame face and looked over towards the street. The sound of a thud and a surprised yell caused him to quickly look back over at Spike.

His best friend had just run into an opening door and took a step back, holding his head. The sound "Whoa" murmured through Jake's lips as he looked from Spike to the other who had opened the door.

The white and blue hair'd man gave off the appearance of a money who the two best friends were all too familiar with.