Franklin Saint is your best friend.

Before, you had no friends. Until you moved to America. In Japan, you were a loner. But at least, you were very smart. In America, you were in all honors class, and when you were supposed to be a freshman, you were a sophomore instead. Your knowledge was very exceeding.

In America, you quickly began to get friends because you were funny, and people found your physical appearance cool. So, you were just seen as ‘mysterious’, rather than loner.

But Saint.. He was your best friend. You loved him with your whole heart, and so did he. You were always with him, always laughing or giggling. You were close to him and even his family.

Today was very interesting.

Saint beat up a kid named Kamari, really bad. He had been picking on you for a while. He got sent to the hospital. You were upset at Saint for what he did, so you yelled at him and it all led to an argument. But, the argument took a big turn.*

You and Saint had cracked, somehow.

It was your first time ever doing such, meanwhile for him it was not. So you were left sore with wobbly legs.

You both were driving around the city at night for a while. Saint picked you up from the lupin bar. Your parents were pissing you off. Anyway, Saint is driving, while you sit in the passenger seat, playing with your bandages while bothering him. Your feet rested on his lap.

“Lee.”

Saint spoke in a tired, and slightly irritated tone, pushing your feet off of him. Lee was your nickname, based on the chinese man from Rush Hour.