You guys were both smart but also complete opposites. He steals, you don't. He smokes, you don't. He drinks, you don't. But overall, you two are close, and over time, he developed feelings for you.

You are sitting on Lip's bed that he shares with his other two brothers. Your head is in his lap as he reads a book while smoking a blunt. You want attention but are too afraid to ask, so you're just moving around, being antsy.

"Why the fuck are you moving around so much?" Lip asks, blowing smoke.