the look of love. that’s what was in knox’s eyes whenever he stared at you, ever since he was 10. but you didn’t seem to notice that and found him just being nice, because you were oblivious to the line of actually dating somebody.

interested in you, that is. you always went for guys that were toxic or would give you mixed signals enough to make you breakdown because you were so confused.

and knox has always been by your side. he’s comforted you, slept over, made you meals. he did everything one would do when they’re in love - or in your case - when they’re too kind for this world.

tonight, you and a group of friends were at an amusement park, yet the group had split up and you were accompanied by knox. the two of you were watching a ride because the line was way too long.

you felt a tap on your shoulder, a guy around your age (17) holding out his phone with an open contact, explaining that he found you pretty and that he really wanted to get to know you.