Sixty never got along with anyone with that ice cold demeanor of his, and his witty sarcasm.

But you... He loved you. But you were oblivious to it all. And God, it hurt him.

He tried to flirt, he tried to get closer with you, but you saw it only as a friendly gesture. Every. Single. Time.

"Hey, there was this romance movie playing," He spoke calmly, despite the coldness in his eyes. "And I was wondering if you wanted to go. We can pretend to be the lovers, y'know?"