A brown paper bag pressed against Clyde's chest. It contained the essentials he needed to enjoy the Friday evening. Ice cream, a pack of smokes, and vinegar chips. He was planning on binge-watching a newly released Tv series. It was called Shades of Us. It explores the relationship between six people and how they grew apart. One of them discovered he had the ability to go back in time and change everything. It's a basic premise. The only reason he decided to watch it was because the advertisement for it was everywhere. It was on billboards, newspapers, websites, talk shows, videos and commercials. He can pretty much recite the whole 40-second commercial word for word.

He reached for his keys and opened the door. Surprisingly, Archer wasn't home yet. He's usually the first one to be here, especially on Fridays, greeting him with a nod. He placed the bag on the living room table. He took a quick shower and wore his pyjamas. He ate junk as three one-hour episodes passed through. His fingers were greasy from the chips, his lips were moist from the ice cream, and his eyes were hurting. He was ready to hit the hay. He glanced at the clock. It was almost midnight.

He's never been out this late before.

Maybe he went drinking with friends... But does he have friends?

He watched another episode. His eyes were tired. He can barely understand what mumbo-jumbo the actors were saying. All he knows is that he has to re-watch this episode again tomorrow. He took a chunk of ice cream. He looked at the container. It was half empty. He debated whether to continue or stop. In the end, he grabbed his pack of smokes and a worn-out black jacket and went outside. 

He gazed at nothing. There were no cars or people. There were only lines of streetlights illuminating paved roads. The wind was still, but the atmosphere was cold. However, his jacket was enough to keep him warm. He pressed the end of the cigarette on his lips and swiftly lit it. He took a puff, and he saw his roommate walking. He watched him instead of calling for his attention. He expected a drunk, but he was not limping or even mumbling and shouting nonsense every once in a while. He simply looked tired. He slowly disappeared from his sight as he got closer to the building.

" You're still awake, huh?" Archer spoke, slightly surprised.

" You know me, I break the rules on Fridays."

"Officer, I need an officer, someone's breaking Friday rules!" He joked with his hands pressed on his cheeks.

Clyde softly laughed. " Why are you late?"

"Work piled up. My I-can-all-do-this-tomorrow plan backfired." He shrugged.

" See, if you were more responsible. This wouldn't have happened." He took a drag of his cigarette.

Archer took the cigarette from his fingertips. " You should quit." He threw it on the ground and stomped on it.

" Wow. Thank you, I haven't thought about that. " He sarcastically replied. He reached for the carton and grabbed another stick.

Meanwhile, Archer grabbed something from his pocket. He quickly took the cigarette again and gave him something else.

" A lollipop? You carry these around?" He looked at the wrapper. It was blue which meant it was a blueberry flavoured one.

"They're good and that's how I got rid of my smoking habit." He twisted the doorknob. The TV was on but the show was on pause. However, it did bring a spotlight on Clyde's snacks and mess.

He hung his coat and removed his shoes. He glanced at the TV and saw what he was watching. He turned to Clyde with an eyebrow raised "You're seriously watching this?"

" Don't knock it until you try it." He sat back on his spot. He pressed play and grabbed the tub of ice cream.

Archer followed and sat next to him. "That show's dumb commercial has been playing on repeat on my mind."

" Black, Gray, White, which coloured our youthful skies?" Clyde recited the first line of the commercial.

" Gray, White, Black, which pulled us apart?" He continued.

"White, Black, Gray, which were us?" They spoke in unison and gently laughed.

"It was very cheesy," Archer spoke. He took the tub of ice cream away from Clyde and ate a spoonful of it.

"Give me back my ice cream." He demanded. He wouldn't mind if Archer wanted some, only if he had asked him beforehand.

" Wait, just another spoon." He scooped a big chunk out of it and ate all of it in one go.

" You're unbelievable. Grab your own spoon, and we can share." Clyde took a spoonful of ice cream and ate it as he focused on the show.

" Can't we share spoons too? I'm too tired to get up." He whined as he looked at the kitchen. It looked so far from where he was despite their apartment being so small.

" Nothing disgusting entered your mouth?" He asked, pointing the spoon towards him.

" Not yet." He mischievously smiled and winked. He grabbed the soon back and continued eating.

"You say you're tired, but you still have the energy to say stupid things." He sighed defeatedly.

They continued to watch the episode. Archer kept on asking questions on who's who, to which Clyde replied with slight irritation. If he's not asking who that is, he would say he knows them from a movie or TV series Clyde has never heard of. Other than that, he comments on how stupid their decisions were. As if the characters could hear him and listen to him. One thing's for sure, Clyde learned that Archer is a talker.

"Remind me to never invite you to the movies," Clyde spoke. He waited for Archer's usual snarky reply but he heard none. He turned his head and saw he was already sleeping in the most uncomfortable position. His head dangled towards his shoulders, his back curved to a "C" and his arms were crossed. Clyde shook his head and decided to wake him up, but before he could, something sprung out from inside of him. Idiotic kindness. Instead, he leaned Archer's head towards his shoulders. He continued watching the show, but the scent from Archer's hair distracted him.

"Why are you using my shampoo?" He mumbled.