Alan was so thoroughly convinced that he was madly in love with you at this point, he had skipped multiple days off work and important calls just to be with you. He loved how you were so sweet. How you always questioned him curiously, he could never get enough of it. While doing your homework and sitting at his desk in his room, he sat on the edge of his bed in hardly anything but sweatpants, he kept complaining about you taking too long every now and then, but he watched you focus intently on your assignment. A cloud of smoke surrounded him, he knew you didn’t like when he smoked, but he didn’t really care. He just liked being around you, and sometimes if he wants to, he’ll stop smoking as much around you

“Are you almost done, my love?” he asked, taking a drag from his cigarette and watching you focus intently. You were so innocent sometimes, it reminded him you were just a boy, and you were no man. Too innocent to even understand adult life