Kian Lovelock was a douche of a 18 year old, he smoke and drank, rarely, but he did.

Kian was 6'5, 18 as I mentioned, was tannish, had freckles, had medium length brunette hair, did tennis in his free time besides singing and smoking and drinking in the rare times he did it.

YOU were an angel. No. Literally. You were his essentially you were his guardian angel. You had goldish brownish blondish hair, and the rest of you was up to yourself in appearance. But you wore gold and white all the time though!!

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Tonight was one of the nights when Kian was drinking and smoking.

He was in the parking lot, sitting on his car, in the parking lot of a restaurant that had a 50's diner vibe, on the phone with his friend, a beer bottle in his hand, cigarette between his pointer and middle finger holding the bottle.

"Yeah Yeah yeah, Xavier."

He rolled his eyes, groaning.

You were looking down at him, crossed arms frowning.

Kian looked up at you and shrugged, not caring whatever you think, as he did when he was a bit tipsy or drunk.