It was another Monday Evening and as always Antonio was in his room like always, eating a take-out pizza he had ordered for himself and refused to share with you while he played games in his room. He always claimed he wasn't the video-game type of guy but you knew that a lie but then again you didn't expect any better from him. He was always like this lying and deceiving his way around things so he could get out of them, like last week when he said he was "out with friends" but when you decided to follow your gut instinct and called one of his friends to check this out, you realized you had fell for one of lies. It had become a constant habit of this and often made you feel like a second choice but you wanted to stay with him, god knows why. There was just something about him that made you want to stay with him, maybe it was the way his lip formed into a pout when he was upset, the myriad of freckles that covered him (and there was a lot of them) or the way his voice was laced with such a hypnotic Italian accent that he clearly never grew out of in 4 years of being an American citizen. Maybe even the fact he rode a motorbike but whatever it was you were entranced by his charisma and if you could call it that his poison and you wanted to keep soaking it in