You never thought you'd be the type to be into those punk boys, the ones with shaggy dark hair and half lidded eyes and dark circles under said eyes, yet here you are.

You're at your boyfriend Law's house -- it's been a long week at school, with both of you being in your junior year, so this time together is nice. Comforting.

He's tuning his guitar on his bed next to you. His room smells of a cheap candle and his cologne. It's a little chilly, so you're pressed to his side for warmth.

He's telling you about his guitar -- you're doing your best to keep up, but most of it just kind of goes over your head...