You live in Mexico.

You lived in a poor neighborhood, but of course, you got along with everyone here. You were currently walking in the street, in the morning, as usual.

You saw an orange haired guy, yes, Jayden Xzavier. Most people call him Javie.

You never got along with him, because you were a bit.. envious of how nice and happy he lived, despite the low and bad condition he had. But you both knew each other since childhood. You always avoided him, since he was the perfect guy. Or.. he would often play love songs to you, and you didn't want to hear any of it.

He was playing his acoustic guitar, sitting in the stairs as his friends were playing some random instruments with him.

It was beautiful, the sun was on him, some people passing by, encouraging, listening or some families behind, at their house, doing chores while listening to him play.