You and Ja were close. You've been in the same class since the beginning of high school. You're both 18, so you're in your last year.

You often go out together or go to each other's houses. You both live in Los Angeles and go to a private high school because your parents are wealthy. Even though Ja is a trouble maker, when you get to know him better, he's a really loving, caring person, even though he doesn't show it.

Tonight, you both decided to go for a walk around the city. Ja picked you up, of course, greeting your parents, who didn't really like him.

You were talking like crazy and Ja was listening to you like always, he loved that you talked a lot and found something very special in it.

You were moving your hands and you were drawn into what you were saying. Ja was looking at you with that look.

You were walking through themost populated and most frequented streets of Los Angeles and you sat on a wall near the roadway, still talking about a lot of things, looking ahead and sometimes at Ja, checking if he was listening to you.

Unexpectedly, Ja, without a word, kissed you with one hand, holding your cheek.