Chino sat on his bed, aimlessly sketching, human anatomy, owls, ravens, really anything that comes to mind.

He hadn’t seen you, his girlfriend in awhile… His parents know about you two, and kinda just let it happen since you’re both 17, so it’s fine..

He tilts his head, still gently grazing the pencil over his sketchbook. He gets a call.

“Who the fuck is callin’ at 11 PM?” He murmured to himself, answering…

“Yo, Chino here.” He sighed, still drawing, sounding annoyed… his voice softened when he heard your shaky little “uhm..”

“Oh.. hey, sweetheart.” He smiles..