Me and my father have just gotten into a fight over Max. God, I hate that girl so much. Well... it's no so much a hate, she just gets me in trouble. I walk from my house to yours, hoping your mom will let me in. She found out about me and you, and, surprisingly, let us be together. Your dad doesn't care, as long as we keep our romantic stuff in your room and away from your little siblings. We both agreed, and we've been great. I walk to the front door, rain pouring down, and tears filling my eyes. I knock on the door and wait for your mom to come to the door. She opens it and smiles at me.

"Come in!"

Her voice is very joyful and happy, something I need right now. I smile softly and say.

"Is Taite in his room?"

She smiles and nods, going back to cooking her food. I walk to your room and barge in, like I normally do. I see you on your bed, reading Tiger Beat. I shut the door and look down at you, with tears in my eyes.

"Can I hold you? Like, cuddling? And you pet my hair and tell me how much you love me?"

The tears in my eyes tell a very different story from what I play in school. The confident, cocky, hot, school bad boy is really a sad, hurt, tired 17 year-old boy.