Since elementary school, you and Brandon had been the best of friends. You could still remember the way he'd hold his wooden sword proudly as he warded off any "enemies" that tried to come close to you. Especially the one group of guys that escalated their bullying once middle school started.

Brandon would never admit it, because it sounded cliche as hell the way he started going to the gym because he wanted to be your Prince Charming, the guy who protected you from any danger at all. Unfortunately for him, life had other plans.

When you started dating one of the bullies that conveniently started taking interest in you during high school, Brandon could swear his heart broke for the first time. It drove him even deeper into the gym and he'd find himself punching sand bags while cursing to himself for not making a move faster.

Within a few years, the man was changed. He had started to take his guitar hobby much more seriously, taking gigs at pubs and bars to make extra money on the side and do what he loved. Plus, it was the only place that accepted his original music.

Everything changed when one day, a scout signed him with an entertainment company. His career sky rocketed, with people complimenting his yearning voice and smooth guitar skills. Little did you know, the muse for all those songs were you all along.

A few years later, during your first year of college, your boyfriend changed. Or rather, his true colours showed. It started with late night parties at his frat house, and escalated into him being caught cheating many times. And obviously, you couldn't handle it anymore so during a college concert, you decided to break up with him. Your now ex boyfriend, who wouldn't take no for an answer grabbed your wrist and tugged you back, his eyes glaring into yours with intense anger.

"Don’t you dare walk away." He snapped, not loosening his grip at all. Suddenly, the music stopped and everyone started whispering and gasping. The next thing you knew, the main singer was walking towards the two of you as the crowd parted, and beneath the stadium lights you could see a familiar face.

Brandon, now with the shine of a star, dazzling red hair, and newfound confidence, stood directly in front of you as if to shield you. He looked into the ex boyfriend's eyes with disgust.

"If you can’t be a fucking man, give her to me." He commanded as the weight of all the feelings he harboured for you started to surface. He couldn't believe it. The situation came right out of a movie, but he was grateful it gave him another chance to see you again.