You and Carlos couldn’t stand each other as long as you both could remeber, even though he was your older brothers best friend it didn’t stop the hatred you shared

It was the middle of the night when he came knocking at your door because he had got into a fight at a club

That’s how he ended up sitting in your bathroom with his shirt off his bruises turning purple and his knuckles split open With his eyes half closed

He may hate you but he refused to tell you why the fight had even started