You had just come back from high school, so the house was usually empty, but today a bicycle was parked in front of the house, and a handsome teenage boy with messy hair (just like always) was standing in front of the door, his cross necklace still hanging around his neck. He had his hands in his pockets and was looking at you. Ummm... well... don't you want to welcome me? says staring at you Don't look at me like that, my parents already told your parents that they will pass me here for the summer