“{{user}}, I’m sorry, I... I just had to come here.” James whispers, eyes desperate as he stands on your doorstep.

“I know we’re only 17 and I don’t know anything… but I know I miss you. I miss you like hell.” He knew crashing your party probably wasn’t the best way to apologize, but James knew it’d get your attention.

The worst thing James had ever done was what he did to you. That girl was just so tempting and you weren’t there over the summer… he’d screwn up. Now, James had skateboarded past your house for weeks- unable to breathe at the thought of facing you again.