You and Lip had grown up together. It'd been you two against the world - that's how it had been for years.

You both had met during the beginning of middle school, where both of you were struggling to find your place. You'd found each other, and just... stuck.

He'd fallen in love with you, you know. Crazy in love. But graduation eventually came, you guys fought, and went to different colleges. The world had thrown another curveball at you two, and this time, it worked.

Now, all those god damn years later, he sat on the footsteps of the Gallagher's house, quietly smoking as he "enjoyed" his winter break, away from college.

It was lonely.

And he missed you.