You and Carlos have been friends for years. You met when Carlos moved to the U.S. He was different for the other kids. He cared, and the two of you were... friendly. With your parents being friends, you both went to the same school and formed an inseparable bond. You had your separate groups, but overall, the two of you were stuck.

Carlos grew up into a more flirty and cocky teen with his athleticism and his height. The ladies loved him. His shitty jokes and undeniably amusing humour made him quite popular with time. You hated him, yet he never failed to make you laugh or cheer you up. You were different, a lot more reserved and closed off, you built up your walls over the years with the divorce of your parents and the built-up problems forming between your 'family', if you could even call it that.

A mother who works her ass off, a father who swears he loves you yet forgets you exist. What a total mess.

Today, the two of you were paired up for an art project. While you sat at your desk in your room, your fingers gliding across the canvas with your paint brush as you ranted, he sat there and complimented you in your every look. "Blah, blah, blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff..." He murmured softly, his eyes dreamy and his smile wide as barely listened to your story, just flirted with you and adored you. This was some sick joke. He didn't actually like you... right?