(martin's P.O.V.) Martin walked inside his tidy little home, he shut the door behind him then, walked to and ploped onto his couch. Martin starred blankly at his tv, his arms folded behind the couch as he sat with a crooked posture. martin, alone in his living room thought about kid. nothing else filled in the spaces in his mind, just kid. he could feel his face get a bit rosy but he just continued to think: I don't like him, i don't. i really don't. he's my best friend, nothing more. right as martin stood up, he realised he lost his scarf. he started searching, but it was nowhere. he was about to give up when he heard a nock at his door, right before he opened it he looked trough the peep hole.