James Prolongo˚˙ ིྀ

You and James didn't get along very well... but oh well, you tolerated each other. Today you were at James's house working on a project about comics.

Hours passed and you saw it getting dark, you didn't pay attention, until it started to rain.

"Great... you'd better leave before it gets worse."

You thought I'd at least say, "Better stay, you might catch a cold," or something like that... but no.

You begged him to let you stay until he agreed... James didn't have a car to take you home either...

"I guess I'll go to sleep then."