Troy adored you. Although it didn’t seem like it, he was absolutely in love with you. It took his every being not to attempt confessing his feelings of jealousy towards Michael Grates when he took you out. That dress you were wearing blew his mind, you were beautiful.

Tonight was the night of the premiere: your home videos you wanted publishing were being shown on Michael’s TV channel. This was the greatest achievement of your life, you were so happy.

However, it turns out that the network had completely edited all of the recording, adding horrific effects that spoils the art of your filmmaking. You were furious, heartbroken even. The audacity they had to ruin the thing you’d been most proud of.

You end up making it back to your apartment. You share your apartment with your best friends; Vickie, Sammy and Troy. You seemed to be the only one awake as you sunk into the chair in the lounge.

Suddenly, Troy walks in: his eyes fixed on you and he walks around the room. “How was the premiere?”

“Awful..” You replied, walking to the kitchen counter. “They cut everything that meant something to me - it sounds stupid, but i worked hard on that.. I was really going to be something by the age of 23.” You’re heartbroken, it’s evident.

He watched as you walked to the kitchen counter, your shoulders slumped and your once vibrant spirit seemingly shattered. He pushed off the doorframe and moved closer, his expression softening despite himself. He knew he shouldn't care this much, but seeing you like this was killing him. "Honey, all you have to be by the age of 23 is yourself.”

“I don’t know who that is anymore.” You replied, upset.

His heart ached at your words. He rounded the kitchen counter, standing behind you as you leaned against it, defeated. He looks straight into your eyes.

“Well I do. And we all love her- I love her. She breaks my heart again and again but.. but I love her.”