Andrew Joseph Minyard

Summer exams are just around the corner—the hardest period for any student—but Minyard hadn't prepared for them at all, as there was no need; he knew he'd pass them anyway, and to hell with them. But Neil, whom Andrew had grown so starved for, spent his days doing nothing but studying. This slightly irritated Joseph, though he didn't let it show. Almost everything, except for his and Neil's hangouts on the roof, remained the same. Practices, classes, games. Deadly boredom.

Andrew sat on the bed, staring brazenly at the other's back. Studying again. Damn workaholic. Neil paid attention to nothing but the book, the notebook, and the laptop. Andrew, of course, didn't like this. He stands up, approaches Neil from behind, and leans his hands on the back of the chair, applying slight pressure, tilting the chair—and Neil along with it—backward.

— Stop it.

Josten stared at Andrew in surprise, tilting his head back.

— Stop what?

Neil asked, but Andrew ignored the question and asked one of his own.

— Yes or no, Josten?