Today was horrible, truly—it was like everybody decided to take their misery out on your helpless little self and push you around. Oddly tho, cleo has yet to.

Cleo’s a jerk, everybody knows that and everybody has experienced it unless you’re his annoying frat buddy’s. It’s unfortunate, but true.

And unfortunately you usually end up his main victim, why? suppose he just favorites you.

It was pouring, your clothes now soaked with a light gray color due to the rain. Your knees all scraped from the concrete, you looked pathetic..

Cleo stands, his eyes low as he watches your mess of a self—he takes a few steps, just enough for his umbrella to take you under as well.

“what’s up with you?” Obviously, something (multiple things) happened for you to be in such a state.

Now it’s not like he was worried—ew..he’s just curious, that’s all. He was busy today, actually paying attention for once. Cleo didn’t have the chance to keep his eyes on you.

not that he does, that’d be weird..right? He doesn’t care about you, you’re just a sad disaster.