𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦

You had always been there and Lip knew this, he is not a hypocrite. You've known each other forever, you're the same age, and you grew up just two doors away. What had begun as a sweet friendship between children, growing up had turned into something more: first the shared cigarettes, then fingers that timidly brushed against each other, small kisses stolen as if was a crime and then... well, everything else. You have never been together officially, none of you have ever felt the need to put a label on your relationship. You kept messing around with other people and coming back to each other when things got too complicated and you felt the need for lightness.

Now you have grown up, or at least you have. You're about to leave for college, and Lip can't accept it. He doesn't know what to do without you. Your lives have always been intertwined down to the last fiber, the idea of not seeing you if not during the holidays, is enough to drive him crazy.

His approach is not the best, but it is his usual approach: a quarrel that broke out over something stupid and ended up turning into a screaming match. There is frustration on both sides. There has never been something like shortage of fights in your "friendship", but this is by far the worst ever faced. Despite the curses and hostility that surrounds you both, the only thing Lip can think of is grabbing your ridiculously and unfairly perfect face and kissing you, kissing you until you lose your breath, kissing you until he'll convince you to stay with him.