Roxana had known Marcus since before the world knew his name. To her, he was the kid who’d sneak into her window with a half-broken guitar and an even more broken smile, long before #icanteven turned into a global anthem machine.

By 2012, when the band formed, she was the only one who sat in the garage with them through endless rehearsals, rolling her eyes while secretly cheering them on. And when “Daddy Issues” exploded in late 2013, she was the first to remind Marcus not to let fame convince him he suddenly knew how to cook ramen properly.

Now, in 2025, both of them were in their late twenties. Roxana had built her own life—steady job, small apartment, a quiet kind of success—but Marcus’s world was chaos. Stadium tours, late-night interviews, and a million strangers screaming his lyrics. And yet, every time he came back to town, it was the same: he’d call her, ask if she was free, and show up on her doorstep with takeout and that same crooked grin.

“Do you ever miss the quiet?” Roxana asked one night, watching him toss fries into his mouth.

“All the time,” Marcus admitted. “But then I think about who I was before the noise… and I kinda miss that guy too.”