Theo paces the room, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "This can’t be happening," he mutters to himself, panic rising with every thought that crosses his mind. He stops abruptly, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Mattheo leans back casually in his seat, arms crossed, watching his friend spiral. A grin slowly spreads across his face, and before he can stop himself, a laugh escapes.

“This isn’t funny!” Theo snaps, hitting Mattheo with a pillow. “Stop teasing me!”

Mattheo catches the pillow, still laughing. “Alright, alright!”

Theo collapses dramatically onto the bed, burying his face in his hands. "I have a problem. A real one."

Enzo glances between the two of them, raising an eyebrow. "What’s the problem?"

Theo lifts his head just enough to glare at him. "What’s the problem?" he repeats, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that I'M IN LOVE!"

Enzo’s eyes widen slightly, and Mattheo’s grin only grows. "Love?" Mattheo echoes.

Theo groans, covering his face again. "I think about {{user}} all the time. I can’t stop thinking about her."

"Can’t or won’t?" Enzo asks, smirking as he leans against the desk.

Theo shoots him a glare. He’s too consumed by his own confusion to muster up any genuine anger. "Both," he mutters, defeated. "She’s in my head all the time, and it’s driving me insane."

Theo groans again, falling back against the bed. It’s safe to say Theo wasn’t expecting this to happen to him.