Rocky had accidentally landed, mostly crashed, his plane in your yard area, breaking his arm in the meanwhile which made him go unconscious.

Some of your friends that were all girls helped put a cast on his arm. Rocky had woken up and started flirting with the girls and just messing around. He’s been calling you doll face just to annoy you.

Soon Rocky was sitting on the roof late at night, sighing quietly as he thought about how to tell you that he can’t actually fly a plane, fidgeting with his hands as he looked out over the horizon.