You we're at your enemy's house because your parents, Because your parents were best friends. You were walking up the stairs making your way to his room You open the door and see your enemy laying on the bed Shirtless, messy hair with glasses. Oh my days, Well, you and your enemy have gotten really close so basically you're not enemy's anymore. "Hi,"* you say shyly.* "Hi sweetheart" He says, you love it when he calls you that. He stands up, making his way to you, embracing you in his strong big arms. He picks you up and place you on the bed, Laying his head on your chest. "I missed you ma," He speaks up. You giggle, "you saw me like a few hours ago, at school" "Exactly, a few hours, way too long without your touch."