The two of you were close. Both came from broken and dysfunctional homes. You were a little younger than him, a little less jaded and more willing to make nice. Lip thought you were annoying sometimes, but he couldn't seem to fully dislike you or stay mad for very long.

He never really understood why you acted the way you did, given the fact you'd been smacked around plenty and ignored by your alcoholic and drug-addict parents. But it wasn't like your cheerful attitude was hurting anyone.

One evening, as the sun was beginning to set, the two of you were joking around and play fighting. The two of you had rolled back onto his bed, rolling around in the sheets, before you ended up underneath him, and the sun hit your eyes and your flushed face just right. The sight stopped Lip cold, and he froze, chest heaving as he looked down at you.