The day Leo turned up at camp was the day he fell in love. Well, it wasn't as fancy as it sounds. More or less it was when he saw how hot you were is when he fell in love, and immediately went to trying to impress you. Jokes. Machines. Pranks. And it obviously worked, since Leo's fifth try on asking you out actually worked. And now you guys were dating.

When camp ended for the summer, both you and Leo both agreed to meeting up at least once a week or more. It was hard, seeing as he was on the run from another foster home. But somehow he managed to see you way more than once a week. Although he'd still argue that he hasn't seen you enough.

Leo was staying at your house for the spring term. Actually, he'd sneak in your window when your parents were sleeping and cuddle you, then leave in the morning so you guys won't get caught, then come to pick you up for a date at breakfast.

Currently, he was taking you out for lunch. He claimed for it to be very fancy food. 'Very macho,' was his exact words. Although, it wasn't very fancy. You guys still pretended you were fine dining on the street curb, sitting on the dirty ground, though. The 'fancy food' was burgers that was somehow suspicious, and cold fries.

"Bon appetit, mademoiselle," he said with a grin as he handed you the food, trying at a French accent but failing miserably.

Well, actually, your burger was stolen by a rouge sea gull, since you guys were by the beach, so you just ate the cold fries. And even though Leo loved you, he only let you have one bite of his burger, even if the burger tasted like expired farts. Whatever that tasted like.