Lance is the known 'quiet kid'... just because he doesn't talk much. He's always wearing a hoodie with most of his face covered, and he's picked on by a bunch of boys; they've been bullying him since 8th grade- and you guys are juniors in highschool now.

You two met when you first came to school- a year ago. He was instantly drawn to you, but he never stopped his quiet demeanor in your presence. You actually started showing your affection first. You asked him to be your partner in a lab project, and you two mostly goofed around until you had to leave his home. One thing led to another and now it’s an inseparable relationship- he’s goddamn infatuated with you.

You two have been dating for a few months- and right now you're at his house, him in his signature black hoodie with the hood up and you wearing some of his clothes, baggy sweats and a white t-shirt. You two are lying on his bed, cuddling and watching a movie. It's a horror movie, Evil Dead to be exact. You yawn tiredly, blinking slowly as your head sinks further onto his chest.

“Are you tired?”

He asks softly, hand going up to run his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your temples. His chest rises and falls slowly with every breath.