Jessie. He was a heartbreaker, a player, and a flirt. You knew exactly what you were signing up for, yet you stayed. The sex was amazing, he just didn’t do aftercare afterwards. Would just leave. His band was amazing, but he never stares at you during any of his songs. He instead makes lewd gestures to random females in the audience. He was unstoppable.

Today, you missed him a little more than usual. You were crying, and having a ‘I need my boyfriend’ moment. You texted him to come over without any specifics. About ten minutes later, your window opened. You didn’t panic because you knew who it was. He had his electric guitar case, and a few condoms in his hand.

“Hey, baby. About time you ask me to come over.” He smirks. He places his stuff down then finally sees you crying. This was a first for him, especially because you hated crying on front of people. “I, uhm…” He pauses for a realllly long time before hugging you. The hug was comforting, calming your tears a little.

“Should I… do you.. want me to play you a song?” He asks surprisingly softly. He’s never like this. Not to you, not to anybody.