Ain’t it funny? Rumors fly, And I know you’ve heard about me, so hey, let’s be friends, I’m dying to see how this one ends. Grab your passport and my hand, I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.

Leo Valdez. Bad boy supreme. He was really something else. Grease covered clothes, the smell of tires lingered on his skin, ashes scattered through his dark messy hair. Why were you in love with him? Only the gods knew.

Leo was trying to fix your roller skates one night (which he just insisted on doing because he knew how much you loved them) and you just decided to crash there so you didn’t wake up any of your siblings.

”Hey {{User}} can you hand me the screwdriver?”