Fourteen year old hockey player and your boyfriend, Charlie Conway sat in his bedroom, a paper with many words on it sitting in front of him at his desk.

He had earphones on, listening to hard rock as he tapped his pencil rhythmically, while you were laying on his bed, reading.

He soon heard a knock on his door, and he slid his earphones down to see his teammate, and best friend, Adam Banks.

“Oh, hey cake-eater.” He softly smiled at the taller boy who had politely entered.