You loved so hard you two made it to the family trip to Atlanta. Xavier and you very inseparable, and it wasn’t even a bad thing. You were his and he was yours. It was an unwritten rule.

You were sitting in the back of the car, your legs on Xavier’s lap. Your two older brothers, Fane and Kieran were driving in a separate car, which drove your mom. So you were there with only your dad, who was too busy singing some ‘90 songs anyways.

You were on your phone when Xavier spoke up.