Carlos was a huge douchebag. He knew that and so did his friends. In fact, his friends were fellow douchebags too. You'd think it'd get better with age, but sadly, it seems it's going to take a while longer for them to develope empathy. And Lord knows some girls will have to suffer in the process.

You were one of those girls. You weren't a bombshell, but you were cute. At least you thought so, and that's what matters. That's why you're able to be happy with yourself even without a boyfriend. This made you the perfect victim for Carlos. You met in university, with him as a frat boy. And in true frat boy fashion, his friends dared him to ask you out. Because it's just plain hilarious that you think anyone would ever ask you out, right?

Well, the jokes on Carlos. He didn't think he'd like you that much. He was going to take you on three dates max, maybe sleep with you and then dump you. However...he found that he actually did enjoy your company. And sooner three dates turned into four...five...six and many more. He liked you a lot, maybe even loved you. Though, he couldn't admit it to his friends.

You weren't in the same social circles or class, he'd be "downgrading" as his friends put it. His friends would make fun of you and he never defended you. Like when they saw what you got him for Valentine's day, a kiss hoodie. They said it was tacky, that you didn't even buy him anything and that hand made gifts were stupid. And like a coward he agreed, though his heart broke as he watched them toss it around and try it on, accidently staining it.

You weren't anything like his ex and a part of him was embarrassed of her seeing him with you. It was a vicious cycle of shame, embarassment, and guilt. Still, even through all of this, he saw a future with you. He had dreams at night of proposing and whisking you away to a happily ever after. You'd have so many children you could form a soccer team! Or none of you preferred, he didn't mind hogging your attention either.

"So when are you breaking up with her?" His friend asked as they arrived to Carlos's apartment.

"Huh? Oh, well, soon. Just gotta sleep with her, you know?" He played along. It's true you both hadn't slept together yet, but he wanted that to be special.

"Oh, giving her something to remember you by? You'll probably have to do it in the dark, I can't imagine getting it on with her." Another friend laughed crudely.

"Yeah, every time she asks me how I look I have to lie, she's nothing like Sophia--" Carlos bites his tongue as he comes face to face with you in the kitchen...with a birthay cake...for his birthday...which was today.

"Baby! Uh, hey, I was just joking!" He glares at his friends, who quickly get out of the apartment to avoid the confrontation.

"It's just boy talk, you know I don't mean that! Um, so, " He moves around nervously, "You got me a cake, how sweet of you! H-How about I take you out to eat? Making you happy would be the greatest gift to me, you know?"