Mom didn't come the next day. I convinced her not to because I finally had a friend. Of course she wanted proof. Chance talked to her for a bit and she kind of told him about my depression and the pills I took. She told him about my insomnia and the lack of seeing a therapist. She told him a lot of things I wouldn't tell him.

That actually made me mad a bit because that was invasion of privacy on my part. I didn't know a lot about Chance except the fact that he's the CEO of the company that I worked at. Other than that, there was nothing I knew about him.

Yet he knew almost everything about me. He knew my deepest secrets. Yes, the fact that I have depression is a secret I wanted to keep from people. Some people were still living in the past with these kinds of issues. They can't differentiate between different mental illnesses. If you told people you were depressed or suffering from some kind of mental illness, they thought you were psychotic or unstable to do damage to others.

Chance apologized for accusing me of doing drugs and said we could go out some time in the week to have an official start on our friendship and we could also go on some vacations to get to know each other. Of course I refused. That was too much. I only agreed to go out with him once a week when I was feeling alright.

Right now I was in the office going over the presentation that Jersey Mey was going to present to the COO. She asked me to correct any errors she might have made since I was an editor and all. I didn't mind to be honest because I was doing what I loved.

Melissa came after an hour to give me coffee and ask how I was doing since yesterday I didn't come in. I gave her a lame excuse for my absence and she left it at that.

I was busy sipping on my coffee and reading through the lines of Jersey's work, engrossed in it that I failed to hear the door open. I only looked up when the person cleared his throat. It was Chance of course.

I tried to smile his way, but I failed immensely because he frowned. Enough proof to show me how bad I looked trying to smile.

"Okay, that was weird as hell. You should really try to smile if you want to. If you don't want to, just don't," he said, jokingly, but I took it to heart. He saw that and his mocking smile vanished in an instant.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll take your advice," I replied light-heartedly, but it was more like hard-heartedly.

He ran a hand through his jet-black hair and sighed, his emerald eyes too green today, as if reflecting his mood.

"Look Jason, you don't have to pretend when you are around me. You don't have to be someone you are not because of me. I told you last night that when I said I wanted to be your friend, I meant it for real. You don't have to hide your scars."

I didn't know whether to be elated or worried or upset about what he said. All I did was stare at him blankly, with nothing to say. He sighed yet again, but his eyes did not show whether he was irritated or not.

I closed my laptop and pushed the cup of coffee to the side, trying to clean my messed-up table. He sat down opposite me and watched me whilst I was putting the files on my table together and putting some into the drawers.

"Is your table always this messy?" he asked me, as if mocking me. I raised my head for a bit to glance at him. To see if he was mocking me. He was not.

"Yes and no. Sometimes it is and other times it is not," I replied to his question.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

The silence that engulfed the room was so thick that it could be sliced with a knife. It became awkward too soon that I kept on packing the files and papers on my table to just avoid the awkwardness. The air was a bit tense, on my part at least.

"Jason?"

"Mmhh?"

"Are you okay?"

I looked up from the stack of papers I was sorting out. I smiled a bit at him, trying to lessen the awkwardness. I then nodded my head and said, "Yeah."

"You don't look okay," he commented, making me frown.

"Then how should I look?" I asked him, once again compiling the stack of papers.

"I don't know. Happy maybe?"

I snorted in response. Why should I be happy? It's not like there's something that's making me happy right now.

"You know," he started, instantly stealing my attention because of the tone of his voice. It was somewhere between suggestive and smug. "We should go out tonight. Me and you. What do you say?"

I shrugged in response. "Don't you think we are rushing into this?" I asked him, raising a brow.

He shook his head, a frown adorning his face as he scrunched up his nose.

"No. We should get to know each other, Jason. If we are going to make this friendship work, then we have to develop trust and knowledge between each other. This is the perfect time to do that. It's my treat. I'll be paying for everything," he said, trying so hard to convince me.

Why was he so adamant for us to go out? What was he trying to achieve?

His eyes were alight, hope swimming in his eyes. It's like he was counting on me to make his day. His sunshine.

Oh God! What am I saying? What am I thinking?

"And it will be the best time of your life! It will be the friendliest date you will never forget!" he exclaimed, enthusiasm dripping in waves from him.

A date.

That had me pretty confused, but I decided to bite my tongue and keep the comments to myself. He was staring at me intently, a smile decorating his face and lit up like a Christmas tree. I'm pretty sure that he looked like a kid on Christmas day.

"And we could be lik-"

"If I agreed, would you shut up?"

Silence was all there was. Seconds passed and then a minute.

He was still gaping, his surprise evident.. He instantly snapped his mouth shut when what I said finally settled in his mind. He stood up and grinned, saying, "Tonight. Eight o' clock. Be ready. Wear casual clothes. I'll be there to pick you up."

He then walked towards the door, his happiness somehow contagious. I felt the corners of my lips rise up. Touching my lips to feel if it was a smile, I chuckled and relaxed, staring at the door he just walked out of.

Is this how it feels to have someone who makes your day, like lifts your mood?

Is this what it feels to have someone that would perhaps be there for you?

Is this what it feels to have a friend?

Then why the heck didn't I try to make them whilst I was younger? This is sweet hell.