I am sitting across the enemy. With him wearing ridiculous furry slippers and pink pajamas, I can certainly say that I am a hell lot manlier than him without seeming vainglorious right now. To be a little accommodating to him, even if I just had breakfast, I accompanied him to the cafeteria to grab a cup of coffee.

I hate how he acts all nice to me. His smile makes me want to relieve him of his front teeth.

It's just human nature that you start to hate everything about a person once you covet something that he has or in this case, someone he has.

But I must admit that he is more decent that the basement dwelling geek that I imagined him to be. He was actually nice. Sort of. He didn’t even suspect that I was hitting on his fiancée.

Your conscience stabs you a little on the side when you are faced with people like these. Unassuming to the point that he was even thanking me for 'being there'.

I didn’t mention that I was with Summer all day. Our whole conversation revolved on her but I veered far from the scene that preceded her hospitalization. I am not an enough to wave in his face that I just kissed his girl prior to her losing consciousness. That would make me sound like a date . As much as I am being a total tool right now, that is too far from the truth. Date , no. A straight-out fiancée stealer, yes.

He ordered a cup of hot espresso, and then I learned that Summer has this conditioned called dysautonomia. I'm not familiar with it so I assumed it wasn’t really that bad. Hey, at least it's not cancer right? It sounded more like a name you would call a psychological problem.

Well, for me, as long as she doesn’t have murderous tendencies it’s all good. I’m sure her beauty to insanity ratio would be reasonable. Save for Vic, most pretty girls I have met are all a little conked out in the head. I think you would agree if I say that we are all insane to some degree. Most just hide it better than some. Maybe for her it just manifests in these sudden fainting spells. To me, it manifests in my sincere urge to brain Cho Kyuhyun with the nearest oxygen tank for merely existing as Summer’s husband