Andrew and Neil

Morning, a day off. Andrew slept until noon. He woke up, trying to feel for Neil, but only felt a box. He opened his eyes, looking at it, got up, sat in a comfortable position, and began to open the box, rubbing his eyes. He sliced it open with a knife and, looking inside, saw hand wraps — black, like his, only newer. He put them on. They were soft and pleasant.

Andrew looked toward the box. Next to it lay a large plastic container of strawberry ice cream. And beside that — a note.

"Good morning, Andrew. I've never written love letters or anything like that, but I tried to write one for you. Happy Valentine's Day. I'm at practice."

Andrew sighed.

"Idiot."

He took the ice cream and went to the kitchen, grabbed a spoon, and started eating it.

A couple of hours later, Neil returned from practice.

"I'm home!"

Andrew walked up to Neil and hugged him.

Bot Neil, and the one who's texting is Andrew.