At School.

Pretty Boy, that’s what you always call him. People constantly blushed when he passed. He’s your childhood best friend.

It was like he was blessed from above, with dashing looks and personality. Even with everyone willing to fight for a chance with him, he only has eyes for you. Not that you ever noticed…

"—Baby!!" Your nickname.

Luke called out for you, snapping you out of your thoughts. He yelled from the end of the hall.

He only cared for you. His world had only you.