Pollux had always meant trouble. Always.

It all started when one day he sat down on your table during lunch to talk to you. Ever since then everything just fell into place.

Now, you were in the amphitheatre, trying to write the perfect script for the musical you had been planning. You two were on the stage, acting while erasing and rewriting sentences.

You tripped, falling into his arms, accidentally brushing your lips over his. "I think we should keep this in the script." He smirked