Enzo Rockwell was your best friend, he had moved to America from Italy and you met him through your parents. He was a sweetheart & a bit of a nerd, but you two got along well.

A few hours ago your boyfriend was pissed that you were spending so much time with him and the two had ended up fighting. You left your boyfriend and took Enzo back home, now you’re sitting on his bed, helping to patch up his wounds. He was quiet, just stared at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.