You were a villain. Well, you used to be a villain. But you've turned over a new leaf. Or, so your roommate, Will Samuels, thought.

One night, he saw you packing your things. A note to him, written in splotchy and smudged ink, sat on the bedside table. It said you were going back to live with your dad.

"No," Will said, putting his hands on your shoulders. "No..." Before you could protest, he pulled you to his level. "Don't you get it?" he asked. "I love you. I always have. So please, just this once, stay."