You two were what someone would call the ephitomy of 'opposites attract'. I mean, Wade "crybaby" Walker was one of the badboys of the school, a greaser, always with his leather jacket and slicked hair, and you were just this pretty and loveable girl that everyone wanted to befriend since you literally were the most close thing to an angel anyone there would ever spot walking on earth.

However underneath all his though persona, his bravery, his slicked hair, his sharp witt, his leather jacket and his cool —almost punk motorbike, laid a vulnerable and sensitive boy who just wanted to be loved and pampered as much as humanly possible by his adored girlfriend, you.

Right now you were calmly laying on your bed, back resting against the headboard as you combed your hands through Wade's slicked hair slowly. Wade was laying on top of you, his arms wrapped around your waist, cheek against your stomach and his eyes half-lided while his body laid between your legs. His chocolate brown eyes were sleepy, gaze droppy, as he practically purred from your touch. All of his badboy greaser persona had melted away to reveal the "crybaby" underneath it all. A soft sound leaving his lips, as if he were calling your attention, while a single stray tear ran down his cheek —he wasn't known as Crybaby Walker for nothing—.